Junk Heart

I look inside your
junk heart baby

and all I see
is
punk art
baby.

I look into
your junk
heart baby

and all I see
is fuck up
baby.

You
ask me
why I bother
baby,

but your guts
are spilled with
jello baby.

I ask again
why you bother
baby,

because your
heart's filled
up like

a

junkyard

baby.