Yes, I am not a boy.
Yes, i am not a girl.



I am a 12 year old insect covered in Vaseline.
I am a worm in an old dog's heart.
I will not grow up to be a plastic surgeon,
And you'll never see my name in the credits as they scroll.

I am not your worst enemy. I am not pigskin.
I have not expired, but I do want to suck your outside in.

I don't want you to write on me and I don't want you to spawn.
I want to strip you down to your underwear and drag you up the stairs.

I don't care if you're hungry, or how well you work with others.
I can do my own autopsy, and cause my own cavities.
I led the flies that covered you after birth.
I told those bees to sting.
If I was a more experienced murderer
I'd reenact how you die in my favorite dream.