I am a filtering sponge, only interested
in keeping beautiful bits of reality,
or things which better the world
So, ask me again why I’m obsessed with you
My, what an obvious answer
You save humanity daily, yet can’t figure
why I want to taste your divide
Civilization itself could do without
whatever sort of fool wouldn’t want you
A young boy grows up to get his dick sucked
on the same street corner where the
love of his short life shot him in the heart
This is the immature shit that crosses my mind
as I slide your dainty socks off;
the only bioluminescent mystery of you
which remained to be seen
And now, you are honey for the bee in me
For to be in you is the only purpose
I am ever willing to entertain
I count you as proof that intuition is bullshit,
for I never sensed you coming
Now, waking is a series of dreams
in which all you ever do is cum
Dissatisfaction is every moment without you
Free yourself from the mold-makers,
while shouting, “Fuck you! He’s mine.”
Crawl through my car window,
using your eyes as the birthplace of keys
I long to take your risky turns
to the sound of an all-night radio show
I’d kiss your mother with this mouth
just to be closer to your origin
That bliss isn’t afforded your silver platter
on a daily basis, I find incredibly offensive
Your name has escaped my lips
while pretending to care about being
in lesser women’s walls
And I will eventually slash the tires of our wheels
just to rust in rest with you at the bottom
Lust is the bank account we must share
You’ll make a rich man of me yet, poor girl