click
slip
snip
contagious print.
i fail to connect.
you recognize my weakness
any day of the week.
i'd like to slap you across the mouth
lick your blood from my finger
and spit it in your eye.

oh heck
in retrospect
i think maybe i've offered you less than neglect.
less than you thought you'd get.
not quite lack of respect.
you dirty little pest.

snip it,
lick it,
and then tie it to a post and hit it.
hit that shit.
like aaaah.

or even oh.

like yes and maybe sometimes no.
i think i'll just talk in circles until you feel sick some.
i feel sick some.
this makes us some sick fucks.
but i feel fine
he says
i feel fine
fine fine fucking fine.
baby i feel fine.

i know you're fine baby.
i know you're mine baby.
i know.
so?