Feast of Snakes

The glass is shaking

In the window where you’re fucking


In our bedroom
I turn around

Watch batons twirling

And the fighting dog is running

On the treadmillRage wouldn’t cure anything, no

Passed four wrecked cars

On the road to the school house

They kicked and stomped and gouged

With tobacco in their mouthsThe dog leans against the leash

And our heels at the edge

Did it mean you didn’t love me?Turning up the TV

No way to farm out a twisted knee

Did it mean you didn’t love me?

Did it mean you never loved mе?