Words in My Mouth

You put
Words in
My mouth
I wasn’t
Hungry
You put
Words in
My mouth (x 2)
Scrunch me up like an onion skin
And throw me in the compost bin
Leave the tabula rasa
Every word a lie, a sin
I was called a teenage boy
I named myself a girl
You tore me up, buttercup
I was a threat to your whole world
Your taxonomy has failed me
All the bones you found were fake
I’m the scraps in the adjacent lot
Leaving flora in my wake
And I’ll lie here forever
And anybody can come in
Just leave your eyes, your ears, your mouth, at home
Every word’s a lie, every word’s a sin
Every word a lie, a sin
On the library scrawled in paint
Blue letters on a red brick building
Blackened matches at the base
And June Jones is sat there sobbing
Crying not just tears, but words
«If I could be one simple thing
I’d be the compost in the dirt»