Stony Virgin
How long did you gild whores
With your lonesome refrains?
Tears line your walls, not all
fresh, but come on! All I
wanted was a bit of sex!
You’re sweet, but I wanted
your sweat, not your embrace,
not for any longer than your stay.
What’s wrong with you, man?
What’s all that you said when
you saw my clothes up in flames?
Were we not on the floor
that one damn night you felt
an angel flutter by, when
high in disgrace and totally low
on what fills your balls you didn’t
even notice how much I wanted
to scream ‘Oh my God!’? Are you
gay? Passed out and poetic,
I laughed at you, man, I laughed
at your giggling contortions from
a night we could have fucked
away - what did you expect?
You should have filled me with
your poison and forgotten about
the damned page you’d write next.
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