A moment of weakness
a fleeting thought
well intentioned i'm sure
though the same end result
naive and somewhat needy
i called to inquire
to see if all was well
as it happened it would seem
i caught you at a bad moment
with a dick in your throat
ahh sorry to bother you
i didn't mean to disturb
so simple for you to forget
just yesterday i believe
yes, yes it was only a day
when we laid beneath the moon
and talked of space you needed
had i known of the space you required
I might have thought twice,
about calling this night
to see if you made it home
alive and well, perhaps
this is what i needed
to burn that picture, i so
treasured...

so glad my love was for
nothing more than a common
soon to be diseased whore..

Well the moment was sweet
and the sentiment lasting
and never again will i feel
the need to call and see
if you made it home
not on new years night,
or ever really again
i'm glad to see, oddly,
that these years of life
were so easily brushed away
you must show me your trick
or perhaps it requires more
like a spell one must cast
preparations to be made
touch of garlic to the tip
perhaps a clove cigarette
insert slowly or ram it home?
funny how i could forget
that damned space you need
ahh yes excuses now
the wine, the moment, the feelings
all the hurt that i somehow
gave through loving you
you poor thing, perhaps you
should just form a line of...
your much needed space.

slamming the phone for effect
I beg for the gods to grant me
a swift timely death...