Three on a Theme

Evicted
My room at home was small,
But it was warm and comfortable.
I often ate there in my bed
And listened to the music filtering through from outside
I should have known it wouldn't last
The usual forces came to bear and I was evicted

Now I'm out on the streets
Like so many others
Flimsy cardboard keeps the rain off
I rely on my wits and the dubious good graces of strangers for survival
Nothing is certain
I am awash in a sea of faces I know not how to trust

But I have hope.

I have stopped growing now, and one day I will begin to shrink
I will lose this tangled hair, and the hard teeth that invaded my once soft gums
Eventually my memories of my time on the street will fade
And I will have my room once again

Accident Before Birth
There I was
There I was in the womb
Just minding my own business
When all of a sudden from out of nowhere this
BIG
HEAVY
piece of chocolate cake comes hurtling towards my head!
I stick out my arm to protect myself and I deflect the cake,
But in the process I wrench my elbow terribly
And it's been that way ever since

At least I got to eat the cake

Untitled
Ahh, the Womb !!
Ah ahh ahh, the Womb
Boy that was the place
Best time I ever had

Being born that was alright I guess
Slapping my ass wasn't very nice
Kinda ruined my good time
Free food
Free rent
No wonder I was two months late

Ahh, Life
Ahh, Life
Television, beer and shampoo
Hangnails, war,
Rent, work

Hi, Ma.
I'm moving back home.
Yes.
Yes.
"My old room", kinda...
Yeah, well, I'm sick of paying rent.
Well, yeah Ma, your womb.
Doctor who?
Is he a surgeon?
Psychiatrist?
Prozac... mmmm.

Ahh, the Tomb
Ahh ahh, the Tomb
Never thought being maggot food
Could be so reassuring
Nevermind, way too boring
I am going to go see Nina Takes a Lover