8/27/12 8:01 AM

i spoke about you in my sleep last night
behind your back, beneath the light
i thought you would put up a fight
but you had left before the flight
as summer’s end grows nearer still
i’m done with you, i’m done with phil
i’m done with boys, i’m done with girls,
you left my cup no longer filled
have mercy on my fragile soul
for as you pump and grind the pole
that represents my mind’s control
i want to cut your bleeding foal
this child inside my mind, you made it
my rumpled brains were consummated
and with my mind euphoric, elated,
you strapped it down and, with it, mated