I am not angry 
it is merely my fists 
that are restless 
and your face 
that seems so soft 

I am not hungry 
it’s simply that my teeth 
enjoy a challenge  
and the risk of chocking 
is such great entertainment 

I am not horny 
it is just that I have this
thing and you have those
things and wouldn’t it be a
shame to let them all 
go to waste 

I am not dying 
it is only my lungs 
that need their independence
and my heart that needs its
rest