::03:06:08::

::: the tithing of the prudent :::

let me be your lady boy
run your tongue over my teeth
let our catharsis begin
with your impaling my conscious
I have no parse for the feeling
only a blue sadness hiding within my trunk
febrile I sit and wait for you
to make a cuckold of me
or a harlot of you, but alas, no!
Instead the charlatan lead carriage
will pass us both
we board the six, ignoring convention
holding your past to my open breast
I show you my lies yet you love me still.

Written by: ~ Travis McMichael