calls us all, “Darlin’”
so we all think we’re Somethin’
Waterboy Cowboy

calls us all, “Darlin’”
so we all think we’re Somethin’
Waterboy Cowboy

Not a paper heart
Visited me, but also,
Not a ghost of lies

So pretty you wish
Too much to bear
Lying there
By your side
Dying inside
Doubting twin
Stranger to yourself, you
Strangled, then stifled
My abundance
Magical beat-downs
Neither finger nor voice raised
Black and blue and dazed
My trust and hope, drained
Wear your lying, victim’s eyes
Cloak yourself in feigned faithfulness
Lady-friends who rescued you
Shall soon become your targets, too

Here in metaphor
I tear flesh from lying bones
Whilst he preys at large
Oh no, a liar!
Tall and clothed in compliments
Again, it seems, oh!
Presently