A heated room,
sixteen seats beneath the phosphorous shell,
sixteen minds, exactly the same and yet unique.
Between bites of lobster
and the first entree,
one ***** discusses politics,
while the business has chains and crops
on his mind.
The religious fanatics
can't get his hand out of his pants,
and the proud pagan
pays him to keep them there.
We all have an inkling towards one--
our secret,
divulging desire--
what ailment do you prefer?
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
A heated room,
sixteen seats beneath the phosphorous shell,
sixteen minds, exactly the same and yet unique.
Between bites of lobster
and the first entree,
one ***** discusses politics,
while the business has chains and crops
on his mind.
The religious fanatics
can't get his hand out of his pants,
and the proud pagan
pays him to keep them there.
We all have an inkling towards one--
our secret,
divulging desire--
what ailment do you prefer?