Hook up after hook up
Anonymous sex
all these people
Meet and fuck
Just a good time.
I live in this crowd
A purgatory of endlessness
A constant cat and mouse game
We drink and we fuck
That’s all it is
Nothing meaningful happens
Pointless chatters
In a hall of dissonance
I hear your voice but what does it matter
All I wanna so it fuck
All I wanna so is enjoy your body
Can you blame me. With the clothes you wear and lies you spout how can I want anything else. This is party of two.
there’s a reason i love Bukowski, and it’s cause it’s the cool thing to do.
The first stain on these shoes are of cemetery earth.
The earth in which she buried.
Stains that I hope never wash away.
©2010. Postage by Greg Cooper. Icons by P.J. Onori. Thanks to Jamie Cassidy & Panic.
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