My dear cult following,
I am releasing none of the boys.
Look at all the painkilling dicks.
Jesus wanted barbiturates.
When you write my history
tell your professor
it was never about the fucking.
Tell him I was sedating a clock
and knew no better fumes.
God was moody. I was moody.
The rain came and made us clones.
When god starts humming
I’ll start humming.
I will go to dinner like a natural woman.
Boys are growing up on videos
and mannequins that don’t need pins.
I want to be there for them.
I want to be them.
I know I know.