Brand New Beast By Rosie Tucker
I’m so sick of swatting flies
And you won’t even eat em
It’s a tepid compromise
To treat as you’d be treated we got
Twisted in that line
Tongue tied up and turned around
And you won’t even eat me out
If I could shed you like a skin
Brand new beast I would
Embrace terrarium
Happy as I need to be I
Feel you peering in
From underneath a heat lamp sun
But you can’t even make me out