sixteen saltines

she's got stickers on her locker, and the boys' numbers there in magic marker, i'm hungry and the hunger will linger, i eat sixteen saltine crackers, then i lick my fingers, well every morning i deliver the news, black hat, white shoes, and i'm red all over, she's got a pink mailbox that she puts out front, garbage in, garbage out, she's getting what she wants, who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who?, if i get busy then i couldn't care less what you do, but when i'm by myself, i think of nothing else, than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you, spike heels make a hole in a life boat, drifting away when i'm talking and laughing as we float, i hear her whistle, that's how i know she's home, lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home, force fed forced meds till i drop dead, you can't defeat her, when you meet her, you'll get what i said, the lord knows there's a method, to her madness, but the lord's joke, is a boat in a sea of sadness, she doesn't know but when she's gone, i sit and drink her perfume, and i'm sure she's drinking too, but why, where and what for and who?, and i'm solo rowing, on one side of the boat, looking up, throwing up, a life saver down my throat, who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who?, who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who?, who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who?