Damian

damian. damian. we were in a band together.
damian. you danced around in vests made of leather.
some were leather, yes, but some were silk
and some, polyester.
i was so young, how was i to know that you were
a child molester?

damian. damian. we stole a rowboat to newcastle.
the wind was strong. it whipped my eyes
along with your suede vest tassels
i looked at you and i dry-heaved
you mistook it for love and said:
"maybe we should be more than friends
and maybe someday we should be wed."

"Face me! Oh, Face me!
Stephanie why won't you look at me?"
we were watching top gun, my heart went into alarm
as he tried to show me his baby arm.

damian. damian. we went camping at westwood lake.
you wacked off in the night as you moaned my name
and your carcass began to shake.
i ate the eggs, unaware of the grotesque violation.
you made them for me with tender love and care
and a pinch of ejaculation.

"Face me! Oh, Face me!
Stephanie why won't you look at me?"
we were watching top gun, my heart went into alarm
as he tried to show me his baby arm.

damian. damian. you got punched in the face.
you passed out, and you began
to wiz all over the place
some random girl dragged you back to your house
your pants covered in stains of grass.
your house wreaked of urine
as your mom wrinced your clothes,
and wiped clean the mess off your ass.

"Face me! Oh, Face me!
Stephanie why won't you look at me?"
we were watching top gun, my heart went into alarm
as he tried to show me his baby arm.
he tried to show me his baby arrrrm.