The End Of Romance


If you
Only say one thing to me
For the rest of my life
Would you say


She said

How do you do it, baby
She asks

With kindness
And clear intentions
And a fucking hard cock
I tell her

Flexing my iron bull
My iron will
Watching her blush

The road is broken at the throat
There’s no way to know
We have to choose
To stop,
Or choose to go

Choices are elusive triggers
Waiting to grow bigger
They say



(Don’t confuse clear intentions
With good intentions

Fuck good intentions
Meaningless, meatless
Pointless, hollow things

A good plan of action
And a spine for execution
I say

Or you’re fucked again today
Just like you were yesterday)


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