Ant Smith



I hope your optic nerves are cute

behind those cruel cold eyes

I hope you've got some lovely bones

Beneath that tattered skin

I hope that when your breast decays

You stun me with your tight rib cage

I hope there is some calm beneath

Your look of twisted rage

I hope your opalescent home

Comes with a family room

I hope your dear old father would

Polish your silver spoon

I hope your lovely kids they don't

Disappear in the dark

And I hope you never have to

Cry when others laugh

I hope your life is charmed

Like a life was meant to be

I hope your death is fast

And goes down in history

I hope you're not denied

The things you could achieve

I hope you get to taste

Everything denied to me