suffocated by the heat
sick of eyes
that don't meet
i'm smoked out
drawn out
drawn and quartered
hang by a thread
plans thwarted
brother bill
looks at me
in the gaze of a robin
or an oriole
it's all the same to me
i'm tired
but i won't quit
horny
but i won't spit
and just when i know
i should quit
i find
i don't
give a
fucking shit