pretty boy
you have silver tongue
i was blazin
knew you wanted some, but i
wanted your friend
and it was on for real
so when the sun went down
you ******* played the third wheel
i was sleeping
and you was keeping watch like a hawk
oh you so jealous
you just up and went and took what you wanted

you snatched away my bouquet with your gnarly claws
i wonder if there'll come a day you face the natural law

i awoke to unabashed violation
screaming my silent trepidation
denying any ****** elation
feeling so ashamed that i just played dead
awaiting patiently your flaccid disappointment
i ******* bet that you were hoping i would join in
over coffee the next morning
i still laughed at your jokes

I cannot say that I am shocked
to find myself, culprit, again.
to have entangled all my limbs
with many tiny invisible threads,
attached myself by fibrous cord
to an idea of you fictitious,
i cannot say that i am shocked.