burning in hell this piece of me fits in nowhere as other people find things to do with their time places to go with one another things to say to each other. I am burning in hell some place north of Mexico. flowers don't grow here. I am not like other people other people are like other people. they are all alike: joining grouping huddling they are both gleeful and content and i am burning in hell. my heart is a thousand years old I am not like other people. I'd die on their picnic grounds smothered by their flags slugged by their songs unloved by their soldiers gored by their humor murdered by their concern. I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. the hell of myself.
burning in hellthis piece of me fits in nowhereas other people
find thingsto dowith their timeplaces to gowith one anotherthings
to sayto each other.
I amburning in hellsome place north of Mexico.flowers don't grow
here.
I am not likeother peopleother people are likeother people.
they are all alike:joininggroupinghuddlingthey are bothgleeful
and contentand i amburning in hell.
my heart is a thousand years oldI am not likeother people.I'd
die on their picnic groundssmothered by their flagsslugged by their
songsunloved by their soldiersgored by their humormurdered by their
concern.
