When I`m feeling tired She pushes food through the door I crawl towards the cracks of light Sometimes I can`t find my way Newspapers spread around) Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again A good hosing down The lady whom I feel maternal love for Cannot look me in the eyes But I see hers and they are blue And they cock and twist and masturbate I said so Nirvana Black windows of paint I scratch with my nails I see others just like me Why do they not try to escape? They bring out the older ones They point at my way They come with the flashing lights And take my family away And very later I have learned to Accept some friends of ridicule My whole existence is for your amusement And that is why I`m here with you! Ow...to take you with me... Your right Nirvana
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