stiff tongue press bubblegum against teeth ready to rot out sit on hands and give what fors to those who hope to drift outside the orgy continued despite requests to leave them alone to sit their hands on their own desks i was the one that stepped on her face such beautiful skin as i clawed it away lets use it again put a bucket under the drain and the teeth are bent and cracked against a tongue that wont calm down any way that we could get a liter of blood on the cuff i spent everything i know on killing my children for precious convenience i saw the arson sleeping in a dry nest i saw fire more and i hoped for it less well just as a standby every one does their best i dream of its death and i hope for its rest