If I can’t have you, I don’t want nobody baby…
Really?
The nights you spend
chasing vodka-soaked
vaginas with lines
of coke on the can
during Thank God It’s Fuck-day
doesn’t convince me
that you spend your nights
pining for me
You pine
for those that open
wide for your thermometer
wondering how deep is your
love as you check for
that Saturday Night Fever
I don’t need to spend
another moment in your
disco inferno
