Grinding Process (2023)

Sitting in your smile chair

I sniff here lips and spit

He keeps on calling lies

Of those less fortunate

I must exterminate

The lucky hunch and guilt

I win my lottery

My fingers need a bath

He moves around and licks

She chokes her dying breath

And does it in my face

Her sticky druggy sticks

To my more waiting flesh

It doesn't number mine

For my last kiss to taste

For my last kiss to taste

That I know it is wrong

But I'm waiting to see

How very long I can keep up the pace