random tired poetries

please tell me bad homes make bad kids
                         bad hands make bad hits
some people call it paradise but i year for a one night

can you get someone for me to be inseparable with
someone for these lines to make sense with
someone to reach inside my your soul with
a fruit tree to collect rain from with (nooneknowsus)
can you- will you? willyouwillyouwillyouwill   you?

tell me, are the bees bugging you?
tell me, are the tigers putting you off?
tell me, are the leaves driving you crazy?
tell me, am i? the movement in my brain
                         in my thigh                           in my fist
                                                in my thumb          


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