though I know it's over with I sent you this letter herewith an apology to note I'm sorry for breaking irreplaceable valuables you cherished if I must explain it was a fit of rage I burned the book I tore the page don't call me crazy I prefer insane I try my best to be good I cannot pretend there's no sin in me if you ask me that's blasphemy the devil knows me by name organizing a list making emphasis of my shame if it's flammable I'm subject to strike a match sit back and enjoy the flames lie on a stack of bibles destroying idol's to save my soul what would you do to get out of a hole metaphorically speaking I only speak in code shame on you if you take it literally be a locksmith key a hole the skies made of liquid gold it makes the rain glow stuck in a snow globe mind over a rainbow calling out numbers "BINGO" this not a ordinary letter I'm no angel and have yet to see your feathers still I didn't mean to throw that rock through the window nor put that bullet in the peephole as long as you believe you're normal we can never be equal if the movies good enough it's gone be a sequel I came out the womb fighting for food and and shelter and still ended up hungry and living in a shelter when you know better you do better I met better a few times but that still didn't make me know better