Not a Place To Go
No place I`d ever go to,
Far better things to do
Than be a red tomato
On a sandy barbecue.
No time I`d want to live
Have better things to do
Than be a bloody monster
In a concentration camp.
No person I`d want to be
I Have one life to live
Than be a **** star o` ****
Squashed `tween two pumping bodies.
Had rather be myself
Living
What feels right.
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2014
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