I'm still waiting for the rough beast that ragged monster to slouch it's way to the moment when others will say what's this that's come to us? It's in me this raggedy thing that hides its teeth behind a quiet smile and every rock that causes me to stumble is just one more rock - fit only to sharpen the claws I drag behind my raggedy self. Somewhere up ahead there's a sunrise and a day of bloody rags and tatters. If I ever had an inner child my inner sadist tortured raped and mu...