She looks hungry in the rising dawn
Putting my fingers in her mouth
They come out sheared off to the bone
It is taking more and more of me to excite her
Woman: a definitive nail biter
I asked her to put the radio on
She throws it right in
She’s always complaining
She’s too fat or too thin
She’s O.K. at scrabble but
She’s bad when she loses
And she’s shit when she wins
FIGHT (on a triple word scorer)
And she’s telling me I bore her
Oh god, pass the cigarette n
Oh man, pass that blue lighter
Woman, shudder ugh a nail biter
She wants me to be a sculpter, rodin
She wants me to be a painter, GAUGIN
She hates writers
The nail biter
