Gooey chewy candy,
but it's really poison.
I'll have you all to myself
until your body turns cold.

Gooey chewy candy,
but it's really poison.
I'll have you all to myself
until your body turns cold.

You can't cover your face.
It's pixels on a screen
producing droplets of sweat
from faceless patrons
paying fees to view their fantasies in you.

This makes them entitled and determined
to own a piece of you.
"Make her hands smell like coins!"
Soiled dollars touc

Captive ferns caress finger-leaves
across a name etched in office glass.
There is a contract
between the enslaved and the master.
Maintaining nature.
Equal parts water.
Sunlight is rationed.
The fern has been misted.
The pinstriped tiger keeps his "tail"
coi

That's great!
I get to see you in your school clothes!
I'm gonna bounce you up and down on my knee.
We're gonna giggle until our giggles become tickles.
Until my work pants are soiled,
until my spit starts to boil.
Standing in your bedroom cheering with your pompoms,

Mothers clad in Coach leather
are swarmed in litigation.
I am the secretary.
I rub their case files
generating heat to release perfume.
I fill their shoes with the lift of hot air.
I burn their bridges on their lunch breaks
faking full schedules.
I dabble i

"My desire is unbearable.
I can't control it.
I've convinced myself that it won't subside.
The accusations unfold and accumulate.
My actions have only one word.
Attrition's not enough;
there's only one thing to do.
Rise!
I will plead for penitence to repent for

I'm saving my strength
cause you're gonna come home tonight.
Why should I fight this force
that compels me to make your lap
a snack and your skin my religion?
I hear ringing in my ears,
blood beating through my veins.
I'm having a tantrum.
My id is fucking

I'm walking in place.
I'm falling down.
I see a beacon of light from the fax machine.
I forgot to shave my face.
I didn't comb my hair.
My skin is pale,
but that's acceptable.
I decorate my house like a cubicle
so I can feel more comfortable.
I shine my shoes

Look at the songbirds.
Now, kill them.
They invade our airspace.
They don't pay their taxes.
See the squirrels in the tree.
You hear them chattering.
They assume your life is trivial.
You are aware that they are mocking you.
Now, you must kill them.
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When you ere trained to walk upright,
your first words were "I'm sorry."
Trick her.
Make her think you walk on water.
Yeah, trick her!
Splash water on your face to make tears.
She's just a song in the making.
They're all songs in the making.
Sometimes we're frie