by Craig Sernotti
As she grinds
her tattoos
& fake tits
into my face
I wonder
if her
obituary
will have a
picture.
She says
I can take off
my pants.
Muscle
by the door
turns his back.
& we live
happily
ever after
until
the next
song
Friday, April 9, 2010
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