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