Where The Heart Resides

Backwater Blended

Margarita Mixed

Drowned By The Drinks

Pissing In The Corner

Of Every City

My Alpha Male

Sleeping With The Children

Every Sweatshop

Bounding After Basketballs

By The Seams

Blended, Diced, Chopped

Mixed In The Aroma

Of Frozen TV Dinners

An Icy Reception

By The Waitress With

Bad Breathe

A Cockroach In A Cocktail

It Smells Like The Flesh Of Lamb

Left Dead For Seven Days

This Is Where The Heart

Has Found Itself.