Suck Buddies

Lucky Kit-Kats spent
Tryna scrape a buck for rent
At the deep show pad
Where dorsal dolls all finish fast

We can make it work
Pay our debts to teenage twerps
We can make it work
If we wear our belly shirts

But you'll get no respect
Unless a ninja of the neck
Sapphic as you were
Post-apocalyptic squirt

Purring like a pet
Silent all the suitcases
We can make it work
If you wear your belly shirt

But I can't
No, I can't
Blast through that
Shark you hanged
Keep stomp, alright

As a dog, I thought I'd be
He'd knot anthills in my leaves
Dead, at least like me, I'm dead
Bite down sisters, bitter endings

Mirror, mirror on the floor
Which witch here's the bigger bore?
I'm not cool and I won't ever
Masturbate to that endeavor

Like the world needs other folks just
The blues, the dead would croak