Poetry

Grasping at Gold
          spun of straws
              Stiltskin laughs at my
      Rumpled spirit
                               my Midas Touch

                                                                       HAH
They say all that glitters
          is not
                        dull�
                                Or�
Hell

         I can�t remember

And I can�t find
          the energy
                   To give a
                                                                                         FUCK

   Yeah�
         I said it�
So spat my hand and call me
                                                                      Recalcitrant

Whatever you
                       Wish
                                Upon a star

                                                            YEAH RIGHT�

             Like I believe that Bullshit anymore

Mark me down

                                                   as


                                                                                        Disaffected