Put on your face darling.
There are mirrors to break
and breakfast to make.
Ale and spuds, thimbles and mascara.
Caught like a cockfighter in downtown LA.
Somewhere in the size of flies and phalluses.
Bring your table to the parlor, we'll have ourselves a day of beauty.
Powders and silk. Scabs, nooses and rakes.
Cherry flavored whisky vanilla lifestyles
choked on a bleeding lonliness like no other man could make me feel.
Momma's best. Daddy's first.
Leather burns on thighs.
Cotton burns on an adam's apple.
Another white one, another blue one.
Take two of these and call me in the morning.
