wasps

don’t wanna talk about it

scream instead

starved the truth

lies been fed

don’t upset the apple cart 

leave the wasps be

buddy in the asshole stakes

flying colours see

score every turgid year

sentenced for the crime

should have stayed at home

kept it in my pants one time

caught in a trap

worst I ever did do

place my bets

someone like you

tears come up for air

like you never appear

see it as it is

burns with doubt an fear

deep inside the memory

ghosts an spiders lurk

can still want peace

an say you’ve been a jerk

keep walking

avoid the eyes

buyer gets nothing like

what he/she buys

try as I did

make it right

two dirty lushes

don’t make a right

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