Avarice

I sell stray cats
In the back alley of Salmon St.
Yellow ones, Black ones
Ones with bitten ears.

With scars on their faces
Thin ones with missing fur.
Wild ones seething with anger
Small ones plaintive with hunger.

I have them all
All kinds, every kind
Solely stocked
For your evil pleasure.

I trap them all,
Catch them in my avarice.
Steal them young
From overprotective mothers.

It doesn't concern me
What you'll do to them
Just give me what I want
Oh just give me what I want...

For
I sell stray cats
In the back alley of Salmon St.

Insecure

Insecure, she's so insecure
The little doubts nagging and ranting
Trying to tell her for sure
There is no point in breathing.

The muscles are cramped
Around her pretentious lips
Smiles and laughter never going damped
She's always ready with intelligent quips.

The night finds her alone and crying
Inside the room where none can see
Her happy mornings mocking her lying
When tumultuous emotions burst out free.

Gasping and choking, upon her own tears
Rocking to and fro as pathetic as can be
It bursts upon her, all her fears
Killing her soul, never leaving her free.

Insecure, she's so insecure
She searches for the ultimate answer
Nothing but silence is the cure
To save her from her night tremor.

Insecure, she's so insecure
She cuts deep to pacify her soul
The warm blood trickles down the sewer
She's pretty now, white skin against the kohl.

Ugly

Ugly
It's so easy
To be ugly
Beauty
It's so much fun
To make it undone.

So easy.

It's scary
How's its so easy

Its too easy.

Tiny
Beauty is so tiny
Compared to ugly
Pick up beauty
Cut it violently
Easy, go easy
It's easy

Now
Beauty is ugly.

The Silent Tear

The silent tear
Salty and sad
Reeking of tragedy
But unbeknown to all
The stench, it finds
Only the very tip
From where it falls.

The taste is ugly
Upon the crooked lips
It falls slow
But a steady stream
It falls
For a kind smile
Which never comes.