I'm full of snot and pounding eyes
Yellow skin and rasping chokes
Of weak kneed words
And warm wet breath
Replete with curls of lairy germs
Ill met furls of sister death
Who curse my being
And will not rest
Until I rake my ultimate breath
But I still love you baby
From beneath my pallid condition
You are the rain
Mingling with my mucus
You hurt like red hot needles
Which lacerate my chest
Baby baby baby
You're the disease of civilization
Infecting the strings of my sweaty vest.
11/09/17
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