raging thoughts pt. VIII

Friend or Foe

you stink of thick sweat
and cheap perfume

I dont understand
how you were my muse

in every party
you invited me to

I hung in circles
waiting in gloom

looking at you make
your every move

ugh,
you’re so predictable
you’re so immune

you choke on polyester
that’s all you do

i’m kinda getting sick of
the “boom boom boom”

there’s more to being high
in being blue

get out of my brain
you reek of lube.

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