Get Away
Get, get away from me
and though I piss, shit, spit
it will not leave.
Some days I cry, some days I don't.
Whose sugar daddy am I?
Crimson puff of hope
without bed or joy.
I will not delay;
yes, participate,
not secretively, not darkly;
indifferent to the credible.
What will destroy destroys
as TV's ministry upholds
that old-time gospel.