Carmen Electric

I'm ripping out my lungs So breathing isn't labored Not for my sake But for the gentleman Laced with bowties I'm hunched over the bus seat Spilling blood Back into the cup Reminding the window That my hand still exists The world doesn't care For my diaphram leaping Or my feet sketched skidding All they wanted Was my skeletal mass Grounded for cocaine That is sniffed in opera boxes This word Will never change, So why should I? I dot care if I stain plush seats from golden gates I'm finished playing fair They took him Growing inside of me It's only prin pricks Along their toe nails