Platform Heels Pumped

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Platform heels pumped

I bite down on your lip

To drink in the blood

Run fingers through your hair

Now pulled tight

Hike up your hem

You are soaked through

& I know I love you

 

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Where Are Our Notions Of Excellence

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Where are our notions of excellence
Who was it who decided upon the benchmark
I’m not concerned with the notches in your belt
Nor the inferiority you felt after dark
We need to find a solution within this realm
To expel those who feed off society’s blues
To exterminate the politicians & profiteers
Our war, our blood & our catastrophic fate

Patron Saint Of Drunks & Losers 


Patron saint of drunks & losers

Patrick forever look over me

Protect me from any harm

Whether I walk the land or sail the sea

Falling through each day a shell of a man

Visions of a woman out on a distant shore

My lifeless body contains a broken heart

Where love & blood beat no more

Questioning all those past decisions

I stand challenging the fair winds to blow

Somehow my soul needs to make it back

To discover that woman I used to know