When you can only trust, that is when:
jump and bend, into my bed.
When you don’t enjoy, just pretend.
When you forget, the message you send.
Dumb and bent, come. Clean my head.
When you run, hope I won’t mind.
When the gun, slides from your hand
falls and bangs, shoots your glands.
I’ll heal your heart, sow your crust.
I’ll see your mom lick out your lust.
She must come. She must.
I wasted my hands into the moist, at last.
She forgot your number, sick girl, too fast.