Orifices

Cutting cake, piece by piece dividing subtracting equalising but that’s not right all things aren’t equal crumbs An itchy trigger finger loading, ready to shoot out loitering spooked into squealing about to be shaken like a baby Release comes quick an eager d**k though snot remains stacks of chalk lines that need to be framed the choo choo sound a tissue a tissue we all stay bound To one another we devote and worship the ground you walk on will swallow me whole So I try to swallow you whole tongue in cheek and everywhere else it will fit licking lips and squeezing t**s we can come so we can leave.