introducing the sweet and furiant, sconey joplin
Do you hate me now?
Does my presence make you hard
I’m sure that your feelings toward me now far outweigh any previous encounters
You enter standing above me…forcing me to look up
Your eyes now manage to pierce my mouth shut
My how things have changed
What reaction are you expecting as you spew hateful words in my direction
Her spread legs will not affect me
Whore’s are overrated and now so are you
This may be your home, but alas, I am not your guest
Go fuck her and if we’re really lucky I’ll fuck him
Do you hate me now?
Your words are empty
Your voice is distorted into noise
Can you hear me
Are you aware that I am here for him…for me
Not you or the girl lieing mouth open in your bed
Not for possibilites or confrontations
silent stories
So, do you hate me now?
