(Blood Poetry) Rag Time

You don't like me on my ragtime
unless I'm just as sweet as always
Just as sweet as never
You don't need to learn no more
You've got all your favorite stories
And they keep you feeling well entitled
You don't like me on my ragtime
When I stand within my power, when i
tell you my demands
You say I need another man, one who is
obedient
I just need one who gets it

It's pre-fall
Time to prepare for death
My pussy gets it

Your head shakes
in disagreement

'Every woman', are the words you
keep repeating

'Every woman I've dated...'

And you say you've got them lined up
and waiting
to throw themselves at your long-haired,
dime-store-wisdom, deep-dicking

But you shun them for me
Me, who does not eat it up like a starved stray
Me, whose got even more to say

And I teeter somewhere between offended and flattered
Righteous + sure of my path

My blood splattered path

I wish wish wish
We could get out of one another's way
enough to be together

That happens half of the time
and the rest we spend wrapped around our
favored diseased blankets

You don't like me on my ragtime

And for all my power
sometimes I don't either