Should i treasure the red

or treasure the light

the bitter juniper is still food

pull down your pants by the shi'ites

tire my tounge over your gums


oh honey bee

buzz upon me

slip me a note

oh God, what a donkey

it smells like Fallujah

a hammock rod

this shirt clings like dander

this kiss scrapes like rust


tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt

tiny purring sounds rising like a pike

stabbing my hand a sailor

this last night of ours' pathetic

tiny, tiny paws turning into dust

tiny shining eye, rolling like a die

casting my fate to the gristmill

this last night of ours

finally i'm surprised


oh, tuck away those acient jugs of yours

reaquainted with the brush of a skinflake

cooped up between a jerk and a hard place

you sight your eye off the tip of your gun


tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt

tiny purring sounds rising like a pike

stabbing my hands like a savior

this last night of ours forever

tiny, tiny paws tunring into dust

tiny shining eye, rolling like a die

casting my faith to the wayside

this last night of ours

finally i'm surprised