Methadone

Lana Brown
After I fall and subject to further embarrassment

Should never the lace be accused of harassment?

Give them a mask and they'll tell you the truth,

Print-outs of Sid Vicious

And Siouxsie Sioux.

If you be my Sid,

I'll be your Nancy.

Stab out my bad will with whatever you fancy.

Problematic children running rampant in the yard,

Crying:

"I wish I could distill the liquor

Of your movie,

Superstar."

Let me label you the tricker,

Who raped me of my soul.

My inhibitions lost,

Call animal control.

Published by Lana Brown

A Montrealer who dreams of making it as a writer. I've been writing creatively since I learned how to spell, and I've been at work ever since. I love sentence fragments.  View profile

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