Pisaries Creator

I bowed down to you on ce.

Took off your shoes.

Kissed your dirty toes.

Licked the lint from in between.

The sour taste in my mouth lingered.

I desired to ask you why you are mean.

My tongue stayed in place.

I didn’t want to lose it yet.

Should have been more cynical.

Believed you could change.

A tiger can’t scrub off its stripes.

You are still the enemy.

Good riddance to you.

You are a bad hombre.