waste

a perfect way for saving grace
to swoop right in to save your place
she grabbed your life, she kissed your face
you begged for forgiveness (in this case)

“speak not”
-in her voice there was a trace
of rotten anise and candy lace
a giant swamp of inert, false praise
we give it all and then erase

to each his pleasure, to each his waste
to each his pleasure, to each his waste
swinging down the sugar polyps

to each his pleasure, to each his waste.

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