she never gets it. <br />i am not a puppet <br />you can't buy my emotions <br />after i say thanks for the fucking gift the moment is over <br />time for something new. <br />something exciting like a high speed crash covered in sex and blood <br />shit on your apple pie and your hallmark head. <br />raise an eyebrow <br />burn something down <br />break a window <br />break the law <br />break out of your doubtcage <br />don't be so afraid because i didn't come here for that <br />i came for you. <br />And as i face your smile with apathy remember <br />that i am not a puppet.<br /><br />francis bugenhagen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-in-plain-jane/
