Hey, I'm just trying to help
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I mean well, really I do, but I get
a little strange in crowds of one or two
but I’m always ready to lend a hand
my friend the programmer
looks the part
plays the part
walks the part
but wants to have freakazoid sex
and be a dancing queen
one night stands are fine
as long as they’re gone by
morning
I offered him a slab of liver
and told him k-y mixes well
with the blood
like astro-glide
at lunch he stood outside the
windows to the steno pool
stared at Darla and fucked that
liver for all it was worth
I thought sure he’d be arrested
or fired at the very least
instead, 3 months later Darla wore
white
underneath the black tux
my friend wore the same
white lace bra and panties
with garter belt and hose
no one knew and they giggled as they
marched out of the church
tossing the reverend 2 Grants
then drove off to reno
the world growing smaller
by two
there’s a girl at the coffee shop
spends her nights dying her hair
black and red
and using single edge razor blades
to leave something permanent
something that’ll last
she calls it performance art
but is shy of an audience
recently she took up branding
burnt the star of david into her
left tit
she thought it was a pentagram
wanting to honor the devil for
her creative power
I told her I could fix it with a
wood burner
she seemed intrigued
when the bloody one asked if I thought
princess would go out with him
I suggested an evening of art, poetry, and
LSD
by the first snow they were adhered at the
hip and only separated to breath and heal
from the night before
who knew they’d beat each other with hot
irons and monster boots
so, you can see, all in all
I’m just trying to help
J. Masuda © 2004
a little strange in crowds of one or two
but I’m always ready to lend a hand
my friend the programmer
looks the part
plays the part
walks the part
but wants to have freakazoid sex
and be a dancing queen
one night stands are fine
as long as they’re gone by
morning
I offered him a slab of liver
and told him k-y mixes well
with the blood
like astro-glide
at lunch he stood outside the
windows to the steno pool
stared at Darla and fucked that
liver for all it was worth
I thought sure he’d be arrested
or fired at the very least
instead, 3 months later Darla wore
white
underneath the black tux
my friend wore the same
white lace bra and panties
with garter belt and hose
no one knew and they giggled as they
marched out of the church
tossing the reverend 2 Grants
then drove off to reno
the world growing smaller
by two
there’s a girl at the coffee shop
spends her nights dying her hair
black and red
and using single edge razor blades
to leave something permanent
something that’ll last
she calls it performance art
but is shy of an audience
recently she took up branding
burnt the star of david into her
left tit
she thought it was a pentagram
wanting to honor the devil for
her creative power
I told her I could fix it with a
wood burner
she seemed intrigued
when the bloody one asked if I thought
princess would go out with him
I suggested an evening of art, poetry, and
LSD
by the first snow they were adhered at the
hip and only separated to breath and heal
from the night before
who knew they’d beat each other with hot
irons and monster boots
so, you can see, all in all
I’m just trying to help
J. Masuda © 2004