Dog's Dinner

Breaking moans, kissing clones Come back home Come back home He turns dog, they all do, love will feel like a favor He licks invisible wounds off me until they slip off like paper He wags his body over me, tail and torso in a stroke I look at the ceiling; it looks at me, we are both in on the joke I try not to say "love." He tries to be last It all feels like stereotypes, me and the walls, we laugh I know the wall is a woman, this whole time we've been discussing Only a woman has seen everything and must act like she's seen nothing Breaking moans, kissing clones Come back home Come back home The moon is pissing all over the front lawn You're panting like a canine, I make noise like I'm on It'd be romantic if it were, if that's what it was But you and I do not lie to ourselves, do we, my love? And when you're turned on, you'll call it anything except a vagina In my opinion, the mood doesn't deserve this much saliva But, dear reader, slowly the shit you eat will taste like hope You'll understand dick and loneliness when you're filled with both Breaking moans, kissing clones Come back home Come back home Breaking stones, beds and bones Come back home Come back home It's a dog's dinner, but isn't it great? Couldn't anybody, anyone, get used to the taste? You'll be starving soon, baby, just you wait I'll watch you lick the bowl's bottom as you finish your plate Loving someone you hate, loving someone you hate It's a dog's dinner, but isn't it great? Couldn't anybody, anyone, get used to the taste? You'll be starving soon baby, just you wait Just you wait, oh, just you wait It's a dog's dinner, and isn't it great? Slowly the shit you eat will taste like hope You'll understand dick and loneliness when you're filled with both