Breakup Number Forget
I go alone to pick a bone with the lady
gives me the strength to
tear myself apart.
In her eyes lies the art
to give and to take.
But make no mistake,
she gives one, she takes five.
Broke with her last week.
Tonight we meet
like sea lions
to seal the deal.
She says the only seal be with a kiss.
And I learn what is obvious
to anyone not in love with hell:
walk away once,
come back to make sure,
is twice as ever
hooked on the bait of kiss the witch.
And when you taste the tongue,
you know it’s done.
Oh, my dear god in hell –
can you not just cut me
one break?
Horror Sleaze Trash 