Pulsating light strobes our robes
Like a gay Christ creeping in
A disco and I’m like Job
Kneeling for love seeping in.
Babe, I’ve said a prayer and I’m
Already there. Are you down?
I’ll fuck you once, just one time
If that’s cool? In me, you’ll drown—
Yeah, we’re running out of fame
And drugs, and language, and luck;
And hon’, I don’t know your name,
But I dig you, you big schmuck.
Sweet. Do you chase the dragon?
Or, would you rather get off
With me when we’re high faggin’?
It’s your call, I’ll jerk us off.
Do you have a place? Or, where
Should we go? How are we get-
Ting there? Should we say a prayer?
I’m bipolar with bad debt—
Fuck, I don’t care. I’m not phased.
Man, as long as it’s been deep,
I don’t care where you’ve been placed.
Hey, kiss me. Keep it real cheap.
A step inside is too far
But here I am, his husband.
Adept war bride, I’m his tsar.
But where, now, does my crown land?
Now, I told you what I want
And now I want to get it.
Get the fuck on your knees! ’Want
My Glock on your cock?! You shit!
Hit me once, you’ll hit again.
“Your martyr plot is thicker
Than your dick”, I snort and grin.
While you undress I snicker.