These are stains upon your genes

You play me

Fresh

And new

Twenty lashes in the drain

Collecting 

Soapy 

Residue


The water in the sink, turns brown

Power to be clear, swishing it around

You scrape

The skin

With a 

Razor blade


Not the end it's supposed to be

Display me

Boxed

Re-viewed

All the tears in tennessee

For the positive

Lover

Or freak


Passing with the speed of sound

Hours to be here buried in the ground

Soon to touch

The ass

Of god's

Gusher