singer just a whore
sell her talents to takers
come one come all pay
each interaction
rubs raw the nerves on the back
of my neck shreds them
much too intense for
me to belive that you would
be happy as friends
the right ones just left
the others hung back vultures
they swoop for the kill
i’d tell him & he’d
fall & then we’d both be stuck
with dangling bridges
when you soar and i
know you’ve stolen my wings i
wish you shot down lame
hovering breathing
heavy snorting and grunting
like the pig you are
