but i am not the dead man you wanted me to be

 

manson on the southern

california beach with that teenage

pussy smell on his fingers,

in his beard, and

he laughs

 

says being god is easy

 

says the only good daughter

is a runaway daughter

 

asks you why a slave would

need clothes,

then gives you the gun

 

says twenty bucks will

buy you half an hour

 

says meat is meat

 

all that really matters

in the end

is how hungry you are