What’s not obvious? Just separate
the talkative from the hungry
(his eyes too old,
his hands too spent,
my body already raped to shreds.)
It’s obvious, just form a line
You’ll get your food in the morning
Or after that, we can’t be sure,
just make damn sure you adore me.
(Ask me to bleed I will)
just make damn sure you adore me.
(cut me to feed yourself and you will)
Why such broken eyes?
Why such evil faces?
Now walk inside
These unforgiving places