untitled: my problem... my problem is I'm negative the world though is horrible and lovely is lovely and horrible that's my problem my problem is I'm irritable there's irritable weather on my schoolyard door cobbled streets I've stood on with a hungry belly watching appetites rape and plunder and worrying that worrying is part of my problem I come down on poisons that's my problem I don't know where I'm going but I'd like to see Jerusalem without police but Jesus has angels who avenge with fire that's the problem
