I shoplifted from your height <br />and got me some <br />window ledge religion. <br /> <br />Since then, <br />I have tried to drop dead. <br /> <br />Since then, <br />I've been hanging out <br />under chandeliers. <br /> <br />If I ever get my hands <br />on your manufactured faith, <br />I'm gonna hold it <br />over the highest staircase. <br /> <br />I'm gonna make you squirm, <br />make you beg, <br />make you confess, <br />make YOU drop dead.<br /><br />Casey Renee Kiser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drop-dead-2/
