do i have to have mental problems
like water balloons
to write poetry?

does it always have to be raining
all dark storms
and bloody tampons
little scalding knives
and ankle biting insects
while i get an ass whoopin
from the boogyman?

do i have to be desolated
depressed
like OCDeeed
with a garnish of cancer
and hemorrhoids?

must i be feelin
like a rotten corpse in carnival hell
livin
in a prehistoric asylum
made of poops and dust
or can i just be happily horny
in a deranged sort of way?

do i
need to be thinkin
a tight cord
your throat
feet flexed
the feminine yield
pink and taught
pulsating orifice
face down
lucid breath
out of my fuckin mind

do i?
:)