Suck Buddies

Lucky Kit-Kats spent
Trying to scrape a buck for rent
At the deep show pad
Where dorsal dolls all finish fast
We can make it work
Pay our debts to teenage twerps
We can make it work
If we wear our belly shirts
But you’ll get no respect
Unless a ninja of the neck
Sapphic as you were
Post-apocalyptic squirt
Purring like a pet
Silent all the suitcases
We can make it work
If you wear your belly shirt
But I can’t
No I can’t
Blast through that
Shark you hanged
Keep stomp
Alright
As a dog I thought I’d be
He’d knot anthills in my leaves
Dead at least like me I’m dead
Bite down sisters, bitter endings
Mirror mirror on the floor
Which witch here’s a bigger bore
I’m not cool and I won’t ever
Masturbate to that endeavor
Like the world needs other folks just
The blues the dead would croak