Is the secretary sitting at the desk by the door
They can make straight lines
Listening to the suits talk about their world
The whole time I was there
Dressed in my best greasy skin
From the earth that I know
I but I still feel myself sliding
I got my vertebrae all stacked up
In the air-conditioned building
Listening to the suits
Can these boys smell me bleeding
I can make breath
And we bleed to renew life
These businessmen got the money
The I'm-so-bored room
That made it inside
As high as they go
You know I do
Every time it's cut down
There's men wearing the blood
I didn't really have much to say
Say my period came early
Except for the line
I say
Oh honey, what a hassle for you
But it's not a minute too soon
I ask her if she's got a tampon I could use
Right now it's the only power
I go and find the only other woman on the floor
But every woman learns to bleed from the moon
Sitting in the boardroom
So I just left a big brown bloodstain
Out of almost anything
Though my underwear
Of the women they love
Decorated with coporate flair
I wonder
And squinty eyes
She says
There's white wearing the blood of the brown
Talk about their world
They got the instruments of death
I'm the only part of summer here
But I can make life
So I excuse myself and leave the room
That I possess
Of my upper lip when it curls
It ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no mess
Sure I do
