Single Thinking

Pop the question,
do you want a small part of me
forever until we're bored?

Up from your
knees, lips off the ring i've generously
passed out and on, you whore.

Out to arrange
relations, epectations high like abuse
of drugs, of the memory of love.

Fuck them all, fuck you too. As much as I can until
we run out of useful fuck.

Off we go, we go
off, tell them, you "Fuck Off".
Pop up, out, fuck off.