You do not have to be good Let the ice cream drip From the corners of your lips Do not blink at the way They watch you Lean in to the bench Legs open Slouched You do not have to be good Spit if you have to Ice cream can bring up Things better not left inside. Lick the cone Mouth wide, tongue out Drag its paste and Roll your eyes back You do not have to be good When it fills your belly Let it round out Spill your organs Give them room You do not have to be good -Lisa Jones
I really liked this, gave me this weird kind of end of adolescence punk in sensibility feeling.