The Bender

Bent on hell, fresh out of the white wing, loony bin, looking for love, meaning to sin, curse my fathers who twisted my mother, knowing the shape I was in, seeking fresh flesh to press against; you won't know me and I promise to never recognize you nor find you on Facebook, piss that... I just want to hook without pay and wake up the next day and not have to look and be jacked by another and the nurse who bothers to get me my fix if I jump the fence and pledge my tricks to another. The bar you set was the one I slid down and your tongue was my cheek; the bottle made me young again and I. am. the. technique.