Sylvia Plath's spirit spoke to me
as if she were the
god damn Oracle Of The Oven.
give it up.
You think this world gonna change?
You think the rain gonna stop half way down the sky
to save your fuckin' 'do?"
"Do what I do.
Pretend it's a workout show.
Crawl in like this,
and breathe in deep and slow."
So I say,
"Who is Sylvia,
what is she,
that all our swains commend her?
What kind of half-assed soul was she
that a kitchen appliance should end her?"
my Love, she leave me last on her list.
Not feelin' loved,
it sucks dead donkey lips,
Damned if I'm gonna snuff it here
with chicken grease in my hair.
Damned if Pete the repairman say,
"It don't work because
there's a damn dead girl in there."
something good might happen any time.
Oh look, that made me laugh.