[bottom feeder]
every fibre in my body
every morsel of my soul
screams at me out loud from want
of something
i guess
i dont know...
form eloquent & quite useless words
thru my chapped lips & with no real point
to the empty walls of my room & board
for something
i guess
i dont know...

i once had a head and i
loved it too much
it would beg
to be fed & i
loved it too much
i would take it out & i
would tease it with touch
it loved to be played with
& i loved to play with it
& i
im afraid i
loved it too much