Money Man

Sick mouth mesmerizes,
pretty doll tantalizes,
silly boys drip down walls
for the prettiest girl in the room,
and in the morning
the monster eats you
for breakfast
without a worry.

Third eye revolts
from your head,
(because you weren’t
paying attention to her anyway)
and she finds the nearest pub
to get trashed in and
makes out with strangers,
leaning on lampposts,
fucks in the garden,
next to the river,
then wakes up in the morning naked
with a crowd gathering,
and she craves to loose her mind
to sex appeal

and the money man.

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