CONFLICT IN THE MIDDLE EAST
You make hysteria great again
And I’m too close to my mother.
Baby, let’s not talk about it; let’s pretend
My dick is always working
Your ass is always twerking and
We make love
All night long – the way they do
In novels I fall deeper
Every day in love with
The start. We abdicated time
By ghoulishly glutting the marrow
Of all the choice we sacrificed.
I think I knew you in a past life;
We must have met in the camps
Only to burn again
With terrible concentration
On what we need to do
To make this work.