Plus ou moins

A construction of language
Can make anyone
Realize
Anything

Plus ou moins
Said the teacher
In grade four.
Plus je mange
Moins j’ai faim

And now I made
Another
example
My heart.
The more you beat it
The less it beats.

And you say
It’s the summertime
And it justifime fime fime
And I gotta see the neighbour
Which means the neighbour’s boss’
Daughter.

And I scream in my brain
And my heart
Lies cold
Like a blanket
With holes

And the more
You talk
In your
Fucked up language
The less I breathe
With ease.

And I kissed
A guy who you called
A name like schmuck
Or whatever

And I cried
When you didn’t
Care.

What’s the matter’s
All you said and
Bubkiss is all
I answered.