have it your way

tonight I count wild boars
their jaws caked with the blood
of your recent behavior
and ice creamed by the sounds
of my most recently lost battle
love is a funny thing
and sometimes the punch line
wears brass knuckles
you are a cold pillow
and the moon is an illiterate alarm clock
I am a brand new definition
of insomnia
your cattles crave Burger King
my cattles crave your cattles
but as has already been pointed out
and things
I am no longer welcome
at this particularly franchised establishment
anymore
my cattles crave your cattles
your cattles crave something else

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