Sorry, I'm drunk dear It happens all the time
Honestly, I thought I loved you Too bad you're so
damn lame Scare me with the chance to die by people I
would call friends I guess it's a lovely trick I probably
should enlist

Grind me meaty Wash me holy Chew me crust
bloody Spit on me You know I trust you dead

GOP's oily sudsing Attempting to wash what won't
rub Flossing gums, then licking bottoms Nonchalant,
they're gropping crotches Raped green by forty ounces
Shiny bliss My cocky drunk grin Pretentious for
deceiving you You're gullible for believing me

Grip cold drink starless starlet You're the stench that
sates him His zipper's sticky on Sunday morn Ron's a
fist of cement late for breakfast

Emmanuel Kant Hamshackles, and first and ten
June bugs lick the horses teeth smiling in the grave of
summer Assume texas stance Moled south for
Houston Toads dismembering flies Ill-behooved to
miss them

I tend to think we are free