Fuck me
for all i know
the dead are all dead
and the clubfoot gremlins
who think they have found their way
through this dawn-drawn day
just give up too easily
and go and sip coffee when
they should be out digging
graves and whenever i feel
like this i know there is really
nothing anyone can say that
will make things feel better.
But you’ve got undeniably great
tits and the way you run your
tongue around the top of my stick
just drives tent pegs of
passion through my
flushing skin
and the tightness growing
in my underpack
and the little jeweldrops
oozing from my eye
that you just lick off
they are just about
all there is
to live
for.
