I've got a date
with the devil,
she never wears stilletos,
just a pair of chucks
and them lee dungarees,
if I order a drink for myself
I have to order one for her.
"Are you going to drink that?"
I ask.
It's just been sitting there for awhile,
so warm and hungry.
"No,"
she says,
and her eyes are already pocked
with burst blood vessels,
already glassy with my soul,
she's got it now.
So I take it,
and take everything she's got to give.
Which is a lot,
considering.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
I've got a date
with the devil,
she never wears stilletos,
just a pair of chucks
and them lee dungarees,
if I order a drink for myself
I have to order one for her.
"Are you going to drink that?"
I ask.
It's just been sitting there for awhile,
so warm and hungry.
"No,"
she says,
and her eyes are already pocked
with burst blood vessels,
already glassy with my soul,
she's got it now.
So I take it,
and take everything she's got to give.
Which is a lot,
considering.
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