What does it matter?
Love as thick as batter
Caked to my lips.
I use my hips
To rip and tatter.
These boys, silly toys
And their love is growing fatter
Against their thigh.
I sigh
And decide to get high
Off of riding the tides
Of my own wetness.
You’ll never forget this-
You lied.
Mind the time
And design my fine.
My find?
I’ve always refused to stay
In line.