Fumble

Painting faces Four the nite,

tends to make me so uptight.

The colors, 
blue and purple write,

the shading of the lamps upright.

I stand the till until unwell,

sickened by the dirty smell!

Fumbling souls in the dark!

Stumbling for the light or mark,

to hit or miss, even kiss

the kid won't give it up; right?

Hold her down, 
silence, twist?

Fronting favorites just like this...

Fuck!  Four Fuck!

Don't you tuck!!

For you must duck,

to get the truck,

a massive taste,

of a fruit cup!?!

or is it just another tup?

K.A.P.

5/8/2009