Beautiful disease

trying to stop those fleas

resist complacences

for what you seize

sinister laughing in back corners of my mind

provides my sustinence

a no handed attempt

a rude man at the front

the right bowed to but dead

accomplished undertone

shoveling to the def

out of your other lips

but making me happy

three in the front room

are fucking on top of my bed

uplifting opening

old scars thought of as healed

say your prayers for your hate

a nympho to yourself

and now my face it breathes my lies

and my lies, they make me drown