Mouthy Battery Beast

Who the fuck was it?
Just who the fuck was it?
Before that maternal idiot took you
Took you to the cleanest place in the fucking world
Elbows spreading
Elbows spreading low over the kitchen table
Muscles twitching
Muscles twitching over baby-smooth hermaphrodite skin
The oiled ass on the small perfect flatness he'd rescued
He'd rescued from an oblivion
An unerotic oblivion of a fat fucked-up future
Of haziness
Of contradiction
Of
Of
Of?
Of cat's urine
Of canine stink
Of rotten animal inheritance

What sort was it?
What sort of sex was it?
Something cheery ripe and novel
Or something miserable
Something insignificant
Something faded
Something contained
Something crushed
Or something old like any jilted roadside blonde
Jilted roadside blonde croaking any bullshit song
Dear fucking Diary
Today I learned something special
Actresses get slapped
Actresses get raped
Actresses get what?
Actresses get the fuck over it

Listen you liar
Are you like them?
You fucking like them?
A captive lowland gorilla?
When you let him
You let him paw you
So just who the fuck was it?
Just who the fuck was the lonely one?
Who the fuck was it
Is that really your best kept secret?
The Alice pill you snatch from the blind evolutionary drift
Of your common and ugly unsaved self