I Could Be A Smack Freak

And Hate Society

I Could Hate God

And Blame Dad

I Might Be In A Holocaust

Hate Hitler

Might Not Have A Child

And Hate School

I Could Be A Sad Lover

And Hate Death

I Could Be A Neuro

And Hate Sweat

No

I Hate My Way 



I Make You In To A Song

I Can't Rise Above The Church

I'm Caught In A Jungle

Vines Tangle My Hands

I'm Always So Hot And It's Hot In Here

I Say It's All Right 



My Pillow Screams Too

But So Does My Kitchen

And Water

And My Shoes

And The Road



I Have A Gun In My Head

I'm Invisible

I Can't Find The Ice 



A Slug

I'm TV

I Hate 



A Boy, He Was Tangled In His Bike Forever

A Girl Was Missing Two Fingers

Gerry Ann Was Confused

Mr. Huberty

Had A Gun In His Head 



So I Sit Up Late In The Morning

And Ask Myself Again

How Do They Kill Children?

And Why Do I Want To Die?

They Can No Longer Move

I Can No Longer Be Still 



I Hate

My Way