If I Only Had a Dime

Gave my heart away.
Had it sold back to me.
I’ll leave it here to decay
Knowing nothing is for free.

Men have no hearts.
  Men have no heads.

My conditioned response?
        Give them head.

      I don’t want my heart.
I can’t make up my mind.

How much of my heart would you take if I traded for a dime?

Please, Stimuli!
    Be my death!
I’d rather that then them.
I’d rather get high
                  and die,
                  then cry
                  over him.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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