We could play “make me special” games.
We could play “at lovers’”,
we could fuck.
But you’re just like all the others.
Don’t you think that you matter,
'cause you don’t.
You are just passing time.
It’s not difficult to understand.
It’s just fucking.
And eating. And fat and flour.
You go out there, you lie down
on your back and spread your legs.
Or take your profound conversations
and your emotions and fuck off.
You’re just a pair of ears and a mouth,
an arsehole and a cunt.
And It might surprise you to know this
but everyone else has that too.
A pair of ears and an arsehole.
Fat and fucking flour.
Nothing special about this one,
except that she is infertile.
Perfect Sense (2011)