Her Bath

Do we think that Kristen Pfaff

That she just died in her bath

Do we really think that that's 

Not insulting, weird, or wack?

What if Whitney was on crack?

Mushrooms, catnip, caffeine, smack

No one drowns like that, asshat

Not her daughter either, ack

In Space

You'd like to put me in my place

To segregate by class and race

To chaos cause with horror and hate

To shoot me up and mask my face

Do you know who I am in space?

I'd lay your lizard ass to waste

Care neither for your church nor state

Your taxes, banks, and mortgage rates

Come at me with your tanks, your mace

I straight up shall evaporate 

That's Sweet

The same frequency 

Like two pretty leaves

From two different trees

I can't make you me

But why would you be?

Exist separately 

Yet similarly 

I think that that's sweet

Fantasia

Unbothered by your Earth 3D

Despair and negativity

Nor shadows in my mirror I see

I'm warrior, empress, child: all three

You don't believe it? Come for me

Fantasia has no boundaries

Angel's Apprentice

Blue eyed and blonde fish

Angel's apprentice

Betrayed by a kin snitch

Geffen and grunge shit

Candle and cake wish

Burn out and blow this 

Left us a space witch

She's got your heart, kid

Intuitive Astrology

Intuitive astrology

Your soul inside the stars I see 

Allow an alien like me... 

To read you via poetry 

The planets transit beautifully 

Around you in your galaxy 

Lets do a dance of energy  -

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Alphabet Eve

Spaghettio sea

Like Chef Boyardee

Been you before she

But not after C

This alphabet eve

I swim and I see

ABC through Z

I move them and wee!

It spells U + me