Your tawdry cheapness
Tempts me
Your promises of
Lasting gothic glory
Taunt me
Why do you run
When I need you to stay?
Why do you cling
When I want you to go away?
I long to scrub you
From my wasted flesh
But though I scour
Your death wax residue
Will not be washed clean
Though water proof
Yet not sweat proof
You prove to be
Soap proof
My lolly pop
My sugar sweet
My perfect top
So elite.
See me squeeze
See me dance
See my curves
An avalanche.
Buckles straining
Tendons tight
Ribbing shrieking
Goth delight.
Why do I find myself here again
Trolling the streets staring
An uncontrollable hunger burns me inside
I have a need that can’t be filled
Why do you close so early Bakery
Once again I drive home Denied.
I will have vengeance
My hate will burn you.
But in the morning you are open
Your baked treats sooth my hate
For now.
