This is bad
These critics tell me how this is bad
so bad
They cringe and shrivel and their fingers twitch horizontal
And I say, with the most innocent eyes I can conjure,
I like it this way I like it a mess
And rugged and the honesty that’s so pure it makes you cry
dirty sheets and pants damp with sweat
Don’t tell me my way is bad just because
You live by the way someone else wipes your ass.
-Saschia Johnson
