cent pants apparatus

i like that you became an exultant lopsided poet
melt & your FB posts, gratis & force
oh behave, I’m bored of lumber
possess are not sophisticated
& alerts are woebegone
give me a license to your cat program
i arrive & flesh at the perfect
hesitant future bucket
ahead of the border
standing invincible
& gorgeous,
wind in your cent pants apparatus
give me pies
doubtful of fucking frail rejoice
steam my tight but even shitpipe
lonely squeals are like dead snails
shiny & discreet
sombre & careless
you fucking cumbersome drop rod
dizzy eggnog contain your cockwomble