So, where is home?
I say home is here. 
But where am I?
I say that here is buried
In the sludge of time.
I say that memory
Is carried off within
The cartridge of insanity.

But you are so abnormal!
You are held by demons!
You are torn by shame!

But I will say that I am me
Regardless of society
Regardless of the enemy 
In spite of ministry

Get off my chest you
Soiled remnant of
Incestuous infinity

I know the grit of my integrity

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr