Fresh piss

Fresh piss:

                      You said it to me
                      I think your lying
                      You said something
                      I feel like you’re lying
                      To me


I don’t want to play this game anymore
Going round - and round; back and forth
I am spinning, losing my mind, I feel like a whore
I loved you, I wanted you, now… I’m picking pieces off the floor
I don’t know who I am, or- what I am waiting for
I don’t know much, if anything? No more- no more


                 I hit bottoms up
                 Just staring into my coffee cup
                 I’m wondering; I just wonder
                 Was that love
                 Was it?


I laugh at it; I laugh out loud
I do better, I do better, I do better than that
I can create feelings, deeper than that
I make passion, hotter, deeper, and better then love; if love is that
I show compassion, who the hell chooses that
Shit on a leaf, is better to me
Piss in a flute instead of Champagne; has a better after taste


                 You said it
                 You lied, and
                 Something is funny
                 I was the fool now
                 I am laughing


I do it better, you will see… one day
I create intense feelings; I make pleasure, run wild and deep
I make passion, better- than cold lovemaking
I show empathy, baby I am really sorry
But…
Shit given to me as a gift, placed delicate and beautifully or just a blob on a leaf
Fresh warm clear yellow piss in a flute, confused for champagne, has a better after taste

Lori