Mid life crisis, what mid life crisis?

Nurse the juice from the syringe
i do what you say
I'm your dog

fillet me
at a fish fry

gurgle salt water
i'm infection
spitting jungle vines
swinging to death pits

light up Copenhagen
like a red roman candle
release me
call
from a debt collector

taking out second jobs
to die
like humanity
deep fried
in depression

anchors casting eyes
aphrodisiac
eating whipped cream
out of lovers asses
taking it to the next level

when you almost hit a dog
with your car
everything tightens up
not just your foot
wrapped around the break pedal

pardon me
while i slip

into something a bit more comfortable
a con mans suit
an ass stomping from
DR martens boots

i miss the friends i'd made
but i turned myself into the murderer
venom of god