sitting in your smile chair
I sniff here lips and spit
he keeps on calling lies
of those less fortunate

I must exterminate
the lucky hunch and guilt
I win my lottery 

My fingers need a bath
he moves around and licks
she chokes her dying breath
and does it in my face 

her sticky [bad word] sticks
to my more waiting flesh
it doesn't number mine 

for my last kiss to taste
for my last kiss to taste 

that I know it is wrong 
but I'm waiting to see
how very long I can keep up the pace