You’d cover my face when you’d f**k me
We were intimate without intimacy
Like a gutter punk-tuation
In a foreign conversation
I feel like Thoreau at party I throw
I’m a selfmade scarecrow
I love you more than I hate me
Cuz you are everything I wish I could be
I’m a friendless best friend
A single bookend, “a walking dead ender”
“I’m a return to sender”
We didn’t know the fix was in
Years before our race was run
Our epilogue was predestin
Like a Maori tribe 4th son
Like a Randy Rhodes scholar
Or a rotary cell phone
A slave is lost without their collar
The unfavorite sundial tone
My conscience disobeys me