Ballyhoo
There were lumps on my head
I scratched them, they bled
I scraped at my legs
They turned scarlet red
The itches, they scream
I scratch and they bleed
I cry out, I scream
A turbulent plea
The drinking glass
The empty glass
Always full
Always empty
I take it, I throw it
With such great force
It smashes, it's broken
I cringe with remorse