i love the way you
feel me up in public places,
****** to nameless faces,
tell my friends to ***** themselves:
"it makes me feel protected".
command the god of heaven down,
wear your flimsy clinquant crown,
weave tales of fictitious sounds
that i will "soon" be making.
i love the way you never bathe
i love the way you never shave
i love the way you never made
an effort just to please me.
-
and the rain fell backwards that night
and the fires restored houses
and we all took showers and got
dirtier
and
dirtier
and
dirtier.
May 26, 2011
May 26, 2011 at 5:24 PM UTC
i love the way you
feel me up in public places,
****** to nameless faces,
tell my friends to ***** themselves:
"it makes me feel protected".
command the god of heaven down,
wear your flimsy clinquant crown,
weave tales of fictitious sounds
that i will "soon" be making.
i love the way you never bathe
i love the way you never shave
i love the way you never made
an effort just to please me.
-
and the rain fell backwards that night
and the fires restored houses
and we all took showers and got
dirtier
and
dirtier
and
dirtier.
Copyright 2011 by Victor Thorn
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