i was hungry
you looked like a good piece of meat
tear at you with rotten teeth
i was ******
breaking off into your neck

losing the sense of things in all this senseless violence like syncopathy and causal racism outside the dive bar

******* ******* on the phone selling pills on the bus
narcotics for your veins could you be anymore obvious
i wanted to go back there and ask hey bud
whatcha got and can i have some figuring
there's not much point not trying it now