My compliments are currency
on nights so filled with lunacy
and my billfold's not empty
for this made-up prostitution ring.
So what's the going rate tonight
for such a vivid beauty
'cause I'll haggle like, "You're just so right,"
with million dollar poetry.
What consciousness is it they have
when dressing and perfuming:
Is it I who play a simple game
or they who do the choosing?
And I who lack the self-control
of ending empty mornings
while sleep just turns their heavy dreams
to laughter at my mourning.
So when you see those male-eyed hawks
and pity prey they're chasing,
just know their death is coming swift:
the rabbit's hole chokes innards whole.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 4:39 AM UTC
My compliments are currency
on nights so filled with lunacy
and my billfold's not empty
for this made-up prostitution ring.
So what's the going rate tonight
for such a vivid beauty
'cause I'll haggle like, "You're just so right,"
with million dollar poetry.
What consciousness is it they have
when dressing and perfuming:
Is it I who play a simple game
or they who do the choosing?
And I who lack the self-control
of ending empty mornings
while sleep just turns their heavy dreams
to laughter at my mourning.
So when you see those male-eyed hawks
and pity prey they're chasing,
just know their death is coming swift:
the rabbit's hole chokes innards whole.
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