A Poem By Adam Wolfson - Craig Owens

I’m not trying to be your man

I’m just trying to make you understand the point

It’s cold as hell in November in Detroit

And even though it’s Saturday, I’m staying in tonight

Did you think you had it coming, did you think you had it right?

Did you think that you were wonderful and miserable tonight?

You say you didn’t mean it, but I think you didn’t care

Cause to my face and before your God, this what you swear

Fuck yourself and fuck your family

Fuck yourself and fuck your family