What lovers, these lovers, the last lover, the lost lover, those lovers,
got to make it look like a full black book to please the dinosaur that still hides inside me,
She'll probably **** me
possibly with kindness
or more likely with
poison.
men should never forget them
however many or few
and should not dream of telling you
anything about them.
I woke with this thought on my mind
but that was years ago
before the asteroid struck.