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Quit Waving Your Panties in My Face

Why do you mail me now
with that same old slutty mouth
yawning dirty from the dead hurt
between our ears?

How is it
you're still waiting to bleed
from love's bent finger
to birth another gutter
and drain us dry?

After all our
encores
I couldn't entertain a single night
No more tricks
with a flickering candle
our drunken asses chasing a fight

As madly
as our moment burned
truly I dread
the ruin of your thighs
cruel ugly scars
and sagging breasts
scored belly
stretched and lined

And if you do
relocate to Texas
I swear I'll keep
your memory
young and fresh
So go
and marry
your rich fat rancher
bake his pie
and taste success

Once upon a dream
weren't we
dumb heart crazy
rainbow chasers to the end
but with only sex
and no love lasting
guess now there's
nothing
for time to bless