Solt and Pepper

If I was struck by the Amtrak,

and my ghost was forced to float on Earth,

then I'd visit your place.

Affton, Missouri.

I'd whisperinto your ears all night long

  to drive you insane with sleep depravity.

I would let you know exactly how you made me feel.

To haunt your revolting ass

  until you'd succumb to the high blood pressure.

It wouldn't be hard.You're old and weak now.

I'd scream about how you used to

pull me onto your lap

  and would let your hands work themselves under my clothes.

You were what, 60? I was nine.

I'd write in the steam on the mirror.

  It'd read "chomo" or "baby raper".

I'd spend all my energy

making you absolutely fucking miserable.