We pulled into Rome. With blood in our eyes. After days of travelin'. Months of lies. Taking our various. Turns at the wheel. Taking booze. And pot and cigarettes.
Your hand is between my legs. The dog is between our bodies. As I wake up you are rolling from me. I am rolling from you. . Time to join a new religion.
Mailboxes drip like lampposts. In the twisted birth canal of the coliseum. Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum. O' say, "Can you see 'em?". .