fuel #2

all you did was sit there

greasy haired

with egg on your shirt

laughing at the irony in the weather

while i cooked and cleaned

and bathed in liquid smoke

for you to grill me later

i was your sexpot

your food for thought

brain candy

your starvin’ marvin apple jack highway

we were no where

with picket fences and cherry trees

picked too early

your smacking hands

and your restless belly

never distracted me

from your quick flick of the switch

tongue and guns

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