The Big Copout

So what with the fucking
The pretense
That I’m too perfect
Too easy
To like, to disprove
If she ever asked you
Shed like skin
The slithering snake
Incites an event
Your blood couldn’t be
When it’s hot
Under my body
Am I nobody
In this moment
That you could doubt
You and me
As a possibility
Go on.

Jesse Falk