what a palaver there’s no doubt she dished dirt the full kitchen sink like some tacky soap I said lend me your body I’ll wipe that smile off your face a little dark humour from a darker place you know who you’ll answer to back indoors you can’t beat that peach they bruise too sweet she was dancing with moon dogs she dances real good but her mind is gone still, any old tart in a storm
she was
looking for someone to submerge
herself in someone to redeem her
dreams but life shows little
mercy I didn’t have the
space and her motion made
me sick we were shacked up less
than a week before we sprang
one that’s the trouble with
submarines they are rarely
observed and they’re always
sinking but I was in it for the
kicks the rest is propaganda
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