Minds

There was a time when I knew
Exactly what I was doing.
My path was clear and I
Had dreams.
Big dreams.
But now,
I've changed my mind.
The only problem is,
The new one doesn't work
Any better
Than the old one.

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Cockroaches

Dirty, lousy, fucking vile roaches.
You should be eradicated.
I want to kill you.
Kill you dead.

I want to take your antennae and tie them in a knot.
I want to rip your little legs out.
I want to kill you.
Kill you dead.

I want to burn your bodies with a blow torch
And feed the remains to my cat.
I want to kill you.
Kill you dead.

Cockroaches--what a concept. You really suck.
You just suck, you know that.
I want to kill you.
Kill you dead.

I will remove you vile little creatures from the Earth
If it kills me doing it.
I want to kill you.
Kill you dead.

Yes, I have killed you.
Killed you dead.

Written by Keith Jeffries and Lisa Svenson
December 7, 1985, 4:00 AM

San Andreas Fault

The price of tea in China
The homeless in the street
The greed in the governments
The kids with no food to eat
Who can we blame?
It's San Andreas Fault

And the morning's off to a shaky start
It must be San Andreas Fault
I feel the earth move under my feet
It must be San Andreas Fault
Must be San Andreas Fault

All Poems by Lisa Christine Svenson except where assisted (as noted).