Come On, Pull
Of Love hurts when you May Serbs,
another flute of you who did not give?
not suffer hear you speak louder,
that throne is high and you’re gras, come on, pull!
Empty pockets suits you, a lifetime total they want,
third night in a different hotel, take you hang plate.
Poor even in the soul, still standing at Daddy salary
and new as pregnant, do not be ashamed to call me again.
Stop blaming alcohol in your bed looking for me naked,
live with false standards, have a gift - antidepressants.
even fuck you to send you, you’ll like it so they totter,
precious commodity, needless only sludge wakes up.