everybody wants to be an asshole
men are gazing at asses from their seats as women leap from the train, men are rubbing their hands over the plastic warmed by asses as if it were as good as flesh. it's impossible not to run into someone else, men mutter. and if it were, would anyone try.
we all want to kill underground, after paying for this shit. we pay for this hassle to go get paid, and then we get hassled. glass eyed, we float through concrete space, sixty feet under, cause deep down we're good people. i grope and push and breathe down necks like yours and hers and i swear to their god up there that i'm getting somewhere.
we all want to kill underground, after paying for this shit. we pay for this hassle to go get paid, and then we get hassled. glass eyed, we float through concrete space, sixty feet under, cause deep down we're good people. i grope and push and breathe down necks like yours and hers and i swear to their god up there that i'm getting somewhere.