Please Bosie bully,    swift kick with the knee   the thing I love the most will be the death of me      and I dare not speak it’s name      you sneak up and speak up   to me when we pass    in the middle of class   just to let me know   as soon as lunch rolls around   you’re gonna pound me hard    into the playground   so I sit and wait   I anticipate   that lovely, evil look on your face   when I talk to you, I can’t think   when I think about you, I can’t talk      and if I say the wrong thing,   you will slap me again   so I say the wrong things,   to feel you touch me again      Please Bosie bully,   the thing I love the most will be the death of me      and I dare not speak it’s name       every spare glance thrills me   before spinnin’ round to kill me   deep breathe a cigarette   a deep breath ,    and then I’m licked   do you really mean   all the nasty things    that you say to me?   I’m nasty and vulgar,    a middle school medusa?   why do I love all that no one should?   why starve a boyhood of all that’s sexy and good?      and if I say the wrong things,    you will slap me again   so I say the wrong things,   to feel you touch me again      you get pissed   a swift fist   and the rest   is teenage history   fingers on my head   before the empty bed   now you beat on a younger boy instead   seems when I’m not my best   I’m just useless   and you never really   cared for my flesh   I go home and make a list   of things I wish   I never said   Oh, regret