Fuck the right.

i think i can blow this bubble
a little bigger until it bursts.
i turn my back
for you to stab.
i give inches
you take oceans small countries
and kill all the babies.
stuck in the middle of a lightning shock
wipe off the sweat
shed a tear
and knock the desert sand off my cock.
because it's easier to bring me home
than figure it out.
they call starving "an involuntary food shortage"
or a "lack of food inventory".
lifetimes from the front lines,
i'm full of courage,
homeless and hungry.
i'm a crack fiend.
burnt fingertips, numb lips
nah fuck that.
i'm pronounced herein
" creature of habit
for you to cohabitate with"