everytime someone says my name
i feel the heat on my neck
and i cant quite get the words out
to tell them it hurts

tell them to speak quietly
tell them to tread silently
tell them to expect the worst
and underestimate the outcome

waves beat my ears and i feel the pressure
sounds eat my head and i feel the stress
hands tear my clothes and i feel the nails
dirt gets in my eyes and i see the worms

but none of this can stop me
i'm one and all
none of you can see me
there is only room for one

cultivate contempt and feed it to the poor
teach the drones to think
feed them all the food
and drown them in the drink

you live to wait
you wait to die
you'd die to win
and if you lose you will

you live your life as you always have
and you know none the better
sunshine reaches your window but
your lips are too cracked to lick

eat your insides with vinegar
burn your food and send it to me
lose yourself inside yourself
and act like you never knew me

i've got nothing but my callouses and my parasites
i've got all the wealth in the world
and nothing to spend it on
and i'm sitting on a dollar with your name on it
would you like to buy a wish?

Bitter, strong, like Tequila. Love the grim last line.
siren

thanks

Mr. Yuck, I see a small German man parting the deep weeds with his hands to expose his face. He looks into your eyes and says "Very interesting...but strange." Seriously, I feel you have something to say but I'm not quite getting it yet. Liked "Short and Sour." jhs

amazing, mr yuck sir .
never stop writing, or ill have to hunt u down... and ... throw ... random objects.. at your... face.

JHS, do you mean the poor person of me?
siren

I missed Mr. Y and regret not being able to congratulate him on his work.

Les