Patients worn and torn from lives of petty fear and density

I sell it hot to guys and gals

In search of grandeur, fanning fires

Retired apple blossoms spread across their sweating foreheads

It didn’t cost much either way to give out on life

…To resurrect my ways

o

Those manipulating, taking, raping, saving all the best for last

A virgin child hired and tired rests inside my glass

I KNOW that was me at one point or another

That is such the taste of my drug

Poison icing-boys and dolls

Fretless I am overcoming the land in which I make my own

It isn’t really, silly to think it

But For every dime I’m paid ten

I sell it largely to those who want it, those who seek it, those who need it

I sell it for less than the price of a kiss

It may take some time to identify why

Though surely I will never be paid enough

Too drugged up

Way too out on something less than ecstasy

o

We’re together in this sister

Flaming sodomizing wishing against the virgin word

I’ll come back from sleaze life and love

Collapsed on your kitchen floor

You’ll always know where to find me.

o

-Quaaludes for my sister