Leave Me and I Call the Cops

clap your hands again

and jump

scream a little

scream a little

squeal with glee

and a whole-hog food stamp spree

smoke some weed

and lie

lie

lie

take his car

and take his food

and take his mail

you know he's screwed

sweaty stink of

rancid fat and urine

the incense

burned before your gods

limp on the left

limp on the right

(or is it the left?)

“poor girl”

enjoy the rancid fat and urine,
please