Book 1, Verses 40-43

If you were ice cream,
your flavor is loneliness
in sweaty clown mask.

Book 1, Verses 36-39

When mirrors look at
your naked body, they see
huge disappointment.

Book 1, Verses 32-35

You are just like a
slam poem that has answers:
loud, very easy.

Book 1, Verses 29-31

I wish your father
used a condom to prevent
from conceiving you.

Book 1, Verses 26-28

If you lactated,
your milk would eat through babies'
mouths, innocence, steel.

Book 1, Verses 23-25

Suicide writes notes
asking for you to please stop
thinking about it.

Book 1, Verses 20-22

Oxygen wishes
you liked auto-erotic
asphyxiation.