running on empty
slurping up the lees
why sneeze ? why do or don´t ?
you make a wish for change, it won´t
less you shit it out
spatter and spit it out
churn it all up
hard liquor, dirty cups, ketchup
scrambled savage orgies
with gorgeous glimpses of frills
fuck thrills -- what a feeling !
your head´s now reeling
as the real
the sexual
intense
contextual
hetero, metro, homo or solo
storms out guns a-blazing
sending you like crazy
hit the ground running son
or you´ll break an ankle
spoil your game
and end up back with the same
old empties
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