vii. all these men are dog dicks

there isn’t a stone left unturned
or a street left unfucked
i took it as an omen
that the summer was my love

i couldn’t touch a body without thinking of her
i couldn’t love an idea without fingers for a hand
and i’ll worry about tomorrow before yesterday is over
and i’ll never give a fuck if we never even fuck

cause all these men are dog dicks
and all i see is you
i’m the biggest fucking flirt you’ll meet
the dirt you wanna seed
and you’ll never have enough of me
think it’s destiny
but bet your bottom dollar
that the broken collar bitches
will be barking up the wrong tree
fighting tyranny

i’ll hear stories of
motel sex
gnawing on your chest
is it cannibalistic integrity
that fends you off from me?
that dimwit in the parked car
“will you meet me at the gym?”
those bastards with the sirens
who keep an upturned chin

i’ll be fucking up your place on earth
just like you wish we never did
and i’ll be screaming at these dog dicks
“what about the kids!!”

i’ll euthanize your rabidity
put you out of misery
and you’ll spread your little secrets
laced with falsities

there’s no one left to save us
but the power of our self
can’t trust another dog dick
without becoming one yourself

don’t wanna see your dog dick
don’t wanna be a dick dick
all these men are dog dicks

damn,
it makes me sick