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I dyed my hair dark red

And my lips to match.

Don't worry, folks

I'm not fresh from the patch.

I know how it works

And if I wanna score,

I've got to look

Like what they're looking for.

They don't really know me.

They don't really care.

They want a hot ticket.

Why should I play fair?

Hanging on the scene

Not drinking my shot,

Acting all cool

Like I know that I'm hot.

I've got a stud on the line.

Who tells me I'm smokin'.

I reel him out the door

Before he sees that I'm jokin'

In the backseat of his car

I've got a Jack-in-the-box.

He thinks I want a taste

Of his sticky lollipop.

I tell him he's the man

As I bring him to his knees,

And when his eyes are closed,

And when he thinks I'm pleased,

I can knock him in the head,

I can take all his cash,

I can take his keys and credit

I can dump out this trash.

Going to make a fresh start

With his change and his fuel.

To rebuild your life

All you need's the right tool.

You were a lucky child

We heard crying the day you were born

And came to have a taste

We things that skulk and ooze

And shed our skins and eyes

We love to crunch on newborn babes

But you were deeply sleeping

Oblivious to the grief

Too young to feel afraid

We crawled away

Knowing we’d return

When we could bring you fear

You were a lucky child

We heard screaming

And came to have a peek

Your closet door creaked open

Our claws and tentacles

Scrabbled at the keyhole

We wanted to touch your terror

But you were not in bed

You were witnessing the storm

Nightly raging throughout your home

We slunk back into the shadows

Hungry and alone

You were a lucky child

We heard nothing

And thought our time had come

Our fangs were yearning for you

But you were full of anger

Too bitter for our tongues

You had no fears to give us

And your demons were more powerful

Than any we could offer

We watched you through the window

And felt afraid

We fled in the confusion

You were a lucky child

But you are child no more

Your hate has given way to emptiness

Sorrow is your friend

We’ve come to claim you now

From underneath your bed

We grasp at your last dreams

And confiscate your hopes

We will steal away your tears

And choke you with your prayers

They are useless now

You belong to us

This poem goes out to the many who pass through my life,

Much like a breeze flows over the skin;

It goes out to those who stop to touch;

And to the few who remain to share an embrace.

You are my example and my strength:

I borrow from you to become more completely myself.

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Advice for February

Don't hide inside with icy fright,

Curse not the last cold wind that blew,

Give no respect to Winter Night,

Who hasn't yet regarded you!