False fidelity
Tell me you love me
and really sell it to me
’cause I need the lie.
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Maneater
With her garters and her lace
and a smile on her face,
she’ll take you by the arm
and turn on the charm
and put you in your place.
Seasonal
The sun paints the leaves,
and the cold frosts them each night –
Autumn has arrived.
Community Cup
I recommend you share your pain:
there’s less to lose and more to gain
in sharing your heart’s bitter brew
with dear old friends who’re tried and true.
Abandon
I fucking hate you –
when things got difficult you
just fucking left me.
Ladylike
You fucked me over
with sultry looks, wanton lips,
and your clothes still on.
The cabbage patch
Dim and dirty lights,
prone to flickering frights,
serve as ghastly gardening tools
for growing gaunt and corporate ghouls.
Cold comfort 2
This bed is too cold –
I stretch as far as I can
but do not feel you.
Corporate Castles
The sterile gray walls
of empty, echoing halls
and cubes to hold the worker drones
while “self-made” princes sit on thrones.
Living Gaol 2
My lips have been seals
for sinister secrets and
bitter, screaming souls.
A (wise) man of two faces 