More of an ageless servant,
Binds his arms,
Lets the bruise abuse,
Bleed on through the vagina,
To bore me with guilt,
Left to buy a sign of suicide,
With a pig skin wallet,
Thick and crawling with the smell of you,
One more try to get it tonight,
To waste- to decay,
For me - to ask,
Is lust too much?
I don't even like you,
You can't even be true,
Because I dine to lie,
How why I know?
One more one more,
I can stab my nervous skeleton,
With all that fool ol' cool,
Drip and a goo on.
