Her Mouth
There wasn't a call or response
When she opened her mouth,
She took her sweet time
Leading us to the slaughter,
So physically sick from how quick
This race was lost,
Funny, it's a reversal,
A welcome break in image,
Yet nothing more,
I bet you're thinking this one's about you,
It is,
Desperate dedication from me to you,
This is
Penned pessimism,
A sign this trainwreck's headed south
Everytime I long to be in
Her mouth
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