I stay on the top
and spread out. I will not
mix into what’s there. Why blend
in? To get lost and disappear. Some

call me greasy, Some, slick. I come
out fast. And pour on thick. If you
try to dress me with others
I’ll separate. Some say I’m crude –
I think I’m great!

A place in my heart so big,
That it fits everything,
But nothing
This is where I live
This is where the feelers live.

for money.
That’s a joke.
I’m always broke.

I’m not in it
for love.
I’ve no such luck.
And I’m always stuck.

I’m not in it
for fame.
No one knows my name –
And that’s a losing game.

I’m in it
for me.
The only way to succeed –
is to do it for yourself

your lips drip
full of sweet nectar
to lure me into
your wasteful,
rotting
heart.