the slow moving bird i took out of the sky
i would have saved a feather but it wasn't worth my time
told the retriever 'leave it in pieces'
now it's done i can't even feel satisfied
your final fight so weak
your last gasp unsurprising
i only came for you after you came for me
you see, i never passed up the chance
to extract payment for unnecessary humiliation
i may not look like much but now you look back
you can hear the distant thunder
the grey sky turned black
he spends his time trying to put our hearts back
you ransack the place to see what you can get
our connection platonic, your removal surgical
you think your sex gives you the upper step
look into my eyes
in matters like these there is no higher aspect
step up to the console
you are deep blue's newest opponent
regret the day you fell into this moment
for a year i watch every move
i take back the nicotine
a little misdirection to indicate frustration
hand me the ashtray
this slow build
suits me fine
and every time you turn your back
i set a new charge
a new truth for you to fall on
every time you go down
no dwelling on success
i know what this is
i move on to what's next
we play like we're such good friends
standing around his hospital bed
your impulse so affected
cheeky champagne humor
about cum in your ass
looking at me like you have the upper hand
like i don't know about that
please girl, my life choices
are all about experience
jesus, i had to explain to you
what 'ms.' meant
what kaleidoscope of worn out hooch
do you offer these forlorn gentlemen
you are less than interesting
an amateur pro at best
but we'll get back to that
progeny
your subsistence yield
the eighteen year debt
and as we near the final curve
i can feel you looking for it
an obstacle i can't stop
a way to make the synch
permanent
i get sloppy
throw down some emotional manipulation
to accelerate this mission
messing with someone's karma like this
is nothing good or new for me
my poison dart reflex
compels me to excess
suddenly the oxygen pumped
into your vacuum
don't ask me to print out the stats
this judgement is final
pack your thongs, don't forget your bible
down your cheeks mascara and acid rain
no sierra leone
to tiffany cut your pain
the only blood stone is the one
you'll be drinking from
at the end of this sunny day
all debts now due
my sense of justice perpetually on loan
my sense of betrayal always first
and i pay for this childish impulse
that i wield so dangerously as an adult
mark me once, forever grudgeful
the feather i do keep
