the words stick gummy to the roofs of our mouths
our tongues swell and we do not give in
give in
it's given -

to you me he she
cloying flavors when we lick our fingers
a gleam, a green metallic flavor
we
favor Hims and Shims from yesteryear
copying our greatest defense
from M.A.S.H and retro war games
Grand Lovers from old ages
never use tongue

but what words they speak -
And should we even listen?

Not a soul was meant to hear. She cribs and cheats and copies from

a familiar song or three.

She is not sober,

nor does she want to be.

Help Help Help Help! Gulps are swallows greater than sighs.

Fuckk kkkkk You!

I SET MYSELF ON FIRE WITHOUT YOU