Oh how he kisses *****
Left, right, and center
How he grovels on his knees and prays to his
Boss
Teacher
Professor
Instructor
Stranger
But the thing about kissing *** is
it leaves
**** on your lips
The Bull kind of ****:
Creating brown smeared smiles
fake and full of lies
With the sprinkling of
frenzied flies.

A bigger paycheck, but a dead *** *** inside
Somebody empty and unsatisfied
Needing confirmation from a system
That they are loved
From a higher power from above

And only that is what he will believe
That is what he’ll believe before he believes in me