sex isnt real they bake babies in ovens like bread

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sex isnt real they bake babies in ovens like bread
gloopytunes's project on [untitled]
turning poems into songs (trying)
Frankenstein
I wanna fuck & never take my clothes off
I wanna take that feeling and burn it up
toss it in a river, feed it to wild horses
taste my bitterness.
I say shit, fuck, shit & I mean it,
I take a fistfull of baritone
& I swallow it, I wonder
what it feels like
to look like that
me as a man is more
ma-ma-ma-ma-monster with
two different hands, they are
two different colors
one was a soldier's and
one was someone's daughter's
stitched into my arm, there are
scars from the cauter
shit, fuck, shit and I mean it
i take a fistfull of baritone
& I swallow it
could you tell me what it tastes like,
my bitterness?
I wanna fuck, and never take my clothes off
reach out, touch my body
tell me I'm burning up
I made myself warm for you,
a sweaty little hearth
I made myself somebody,
a man from the ground up
shit, fuck, shit and I mean it
I take a fistfull of baritone
just once, I wanna know
what it feels like
to be inside
please?
never mind im horny about that old man again