Poem For Saturday

How long does a fuck remain your property?
Two days, possibly.
I love the face of a fuck moved on
That rosy red awkwardness

That's like betrayal in the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal to the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal in the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal to the gut, even if it was just a fuck

Makin' excuses and movin' on
That pasty white body already better cause it doesn't belong to you no more
Makin' excuses and movin' on
That pasty white body already better cause it doesn't belong to you no more

That's like betrayal in the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal to the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal in the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal to the gut
Even if we were only fuckin' for fun, fuckin' for fun, fuckin' for fun, fuckin' for fun

That's like betrayal in the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal to the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal in the gut, even if it was just a fuck
That's like betrayal to the gut, even if it was just a fuck