Adam Hazell

Marry and Reproduce

Backyard CIA stress positions have left me forgetting how to breath so would you place your hand on my chest, reach in, give it a squeeze?
Stepping on wasps
It’s like stepping on wasps
Those little sounds that they make 
Bodies pop
And from the mouth of a licensed professional it came:
“Marry and reproduce
Do it again and agin”
But It’s another lecture
Come too fucking late
‘Cause I’ve pulled out again
Bore you a thousand sons 
all left to die on your back 
all to protect the women of the world from any future attack
Staked from throat to heart, cigarette in lips, I am the conquerer worm
Burrowed deep
And they say take as needed or just take it all
Fix your imperfections
Botched resurrection 
Weak chin
Weak heart
a throwback with
blood in your cum 
shades of Caligula on your gums
Half drunk to death
6 am 
Porch lights still on
Yeah, you’ll like it right here 
It’s home, comfort
fuck it, you’ll be dead in a year