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Jan 2013
as I reach toward twenty
its hard to see past it
don't see much
don't see much past 2 o'clock
no sir no sir
got an exam
then it's the long flight
back home to momma
back home to all those
chirping birds
kicking and screaming
how I love
to tear them apart
how I love
smooth
muffled moves in the dark
cannot wait
mouth watered in anticipation
that sweet love comes quick
cheap and easy
it's the sour one
worth working for
the one that
doesn't talk as much
cold and hard
can't crack that shell
no sir no sir
but it's the challenge
that almighty game
predator and prey
--never know which one's you
till you're chewed up
or ******* up--
no choice
if you don't
you're the sucker
you gotta play it
gotta make the moves
but watch out
she's got claws
like razorblades
and they won't let go
they won't let go
no sir no sir
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
680
   Alicia Hubert
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