idle hands and fanciful mates

nearly fated to be subjugated to this mess

where I am caught between your breasts again

making up where I began to tell a story worthy of

my brand new scarred in brand

hot iron to my skin and it depends on where I am

so will you still be here when I leave here

and set my course for victimless crimes

and test the waters to make sure I’m not blind

bottoms up tip the cup away from me and towards the sky

drown in saccharine and sorrowful sights

I’ve had my fill tonight

but I will pass this swill

through my past and into now

no number worthy of this journey’s end

or where our friendship began

I’ll taste only what I need

and feel the sores in my pained feet

only when they touch the earth

it only hurts when I’m drinking


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