Fight Club
I'm growing tired of pretty things
And coordinating Colors;
The latest fashions and fonts.
Fuck being tan and taut.
I want to join a fight club,
Become a shadow in the night,
Wear a leather jacket and slick my hair back,
Become a villain in my own right.
I want to sink my teeth into something real
Juicy and thick,
Rudely spit out the pit.
I am not here to please or submit.
I want to dig with my fingers,
Get some life underneath my nails,
Get some dirt on my skin,
Have some stories to tell.
I'll Fight to the death
Never giving in.
Even With blood in my mouth
And cuts on my knees,
I'll try to win;
Fighting,
Clawing,
until the very
end.