"Milk of Betrayal"

Is it really that easy to say...

"I Love You," with all that other
 guys cum still in your mouth

Before you speak, go, and, spit
it out; and brush your teeth

Maybe use some Listerine; I
don't want to know what the
last meal was that he did eat
from the smell on your breath
that still fucking reeks

I know that that satisfied and
pacified fat cat look in your eyes
that gives you the appearance
of just being fed and like your
pussy... cat's just been petted,
isn't from me, this time

The milk, still on your mouth
and that spilled on your leg,
says contrary

So, don't call me to bed; I'm
no longer your first, and, I'm
sure as fuck, not your second
hand