they will dine upon your heart
amid silence and ****** complaint
they ask and you have forgot
what your looking at..

you will be the boot..
a hole where once layed the part
a sole or soul or just nowt
now a toy soon forgot

you are pathetic and you will agree-tut-
filling your glass from an empty bottle but-
but them no buts..
you look like jabba the hut..

and you feel like it, yes,
never love a stranger your mother
might have said and now they are
even prettier..