Give me the wraiths I asked for please,
The demons I wanted as a child, if you would,
when the other kids wanted presents
wrapped in ripping flesh, there I stood,
Give me hardships that will sculpt my Adonis
or deliver me fifty caliber constitution, gold plated
The easy way is a soft one
much too comfortable for callous skin
and couch hopping heros of old
when old is late twenties
I demand to be born again
into a world of x-rays
and gamma ray bursts
popping molecules like bubble wrap,
To be so immune to death
that living must hurt a whole hell of a lot
so when again the covers touch skin
it will be burn potmarks into steel reserved sins,
Health is wasted on the healthy minds
that surround me
where in sickness is multiplied
to the multitudes of rude wastoids
looking cool on their motorcycles
making dandies eat their dust,
You ain't tough
You're ten ply, bud
Ha
is all I can say ~allets~