She said "it's stupid like a dropout"
and gladly fell on knobby knees
humming "this won't be a problem kid"
and blew right with the breeze.

While every shake and tremor accident
is not something you'll ever read,
I'ts far more interesting to see a soul without
the will to even be.

There's overwhelming and indifferent
always taking their own sides,
they toss they're teeth across the pavement
much like the road-rash oh her thighs.

Yet we're so anxious for a second chance,
always praticing that speech,
but when punch-drunk is your alphabet
I'd soon bet that you can't speak.

While every slurred exuse is hard to take
swallowing is always the way,
and every mistake that's made is washed below
where fevered hands do crude ballet.

Being here is never magic rites
but she sure does keep me dry
from every thrust I feel her screaming mouth
and on release she opens wide.

Sleigh bells and accidents do often speak
to one another in the morning.
One says "Hey I made a trip last night".
The other just goes on ignoring.

12/17/2010