Fuck

love grows in me like a tumor

parasites bent on devouring its host

i'm developing my sense of humor

till i can laugh at my heart between your teeth

till i can laugh at my face beneath your feet

skillet on the stove is such a temptation

maybe i'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned

what the fuck was i thinking?

love plows through me like a dozer

i've got more give than a bale of hay

and there's always a big mess left over

what did you do?

what did you say?