Bloody
Drips
There's something warm as bloody drips
When
we are touching fingertips
And
running through Dunedin ways
With
burning neon for the day,
Where
all about is whirling light
I
think I've drunk enough tonight
To
be my own self undilute
And
tell you that you're more than cute
But
that's just bloody drips and booze
'Cus
being horny's never news
For
all the chemicals we buzz
We're
little more than monkey fuzz
And
though this night is going well
I
know I'll wake up in a smell
That
makes me want to grimly boke
And
so I'm glad we've never poked
For
life is nauseous twisting mass
And
we're reflections in a glass
Of
moulding faces leaking spores
And
that's why I won't taste your ichor.
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