Fire me! Fire Me! Just go ahead and Fire Me!
Cigarette burns like pillaged villages and I am screaming.
Blood pours between my legs like hot iron being casted
into knives and swords.
I Quit! I Quit! I’ll go ahead and Quit!
For these fireball hormones and these war zones only
want to surrender to peace after all
as I withdrawl into something bolder; a recovered soldier,a
humbled artist that cries to sleep at night
till the battles on the body is over.
Hire Me! Hire Me! Just go ahead and Hire Me!
I promise you Springtime and Lilly’s in the sun.
The war is over, the village rebuilt itself,
And my PMS is gone!