Knew it was fucked, my gut is a screamer

Still took off my clothes, walked into the cult

Focused and bloated with fantasy drifts

Aiming high—the peak-headed forever

All-aloft, accessing my medicine

Saliva, jealousy, roses, roses

Exploding roses that I’m sure he sees

Quest for him to explicitly say it

To ask me to lick him, utter the words

It’s a control measure of the leader

To not do, and I am always willing

Ever willing, sacralized, a glutton

In-waiting, looking up his skirt so shy

I’m a cum-powered pet with one program