Wicked Brew Poem by goldtooth grin

All the sins
That you call mine
Wait their turn
Till you load them up
Into the chambers
Of your tired lungs
Come on closer
I see you’re fired up
If it has to happen
It might as well
Happen tonight

We’ve been dying
For a long time
We’ve been dying
So long
That the calendars disowned us
Love is a littered grave
Where our bodies used to lay

We’ve been dying
For a long time
We’ve domesticated this decay
Like you do with dogs or cats
I’m low on cigarettes
Even lower on wine
I’m naked and not bothered
It might as well happen tonight