All of the hair that builds up in the sink
Coats all our pipes with the texture of fur.
It wants to eat ‘cause it’s now animal.
All of that hair makes a sentient fool.
Love that drain.
All of the blades that are spinnin’ around
Making me feel that ol’ apprehension.
Stroking my shaft, it’s a dang bloody mess.
Hopefully, I’m no feeling to brown.
Love that drain.
Sucking all the time away in ecstasy. Appreciating fluids for their density.
Trying to disguise the face I thought inferior upon your woebegone exterior.
All of my life, I was rustling in doubt.
How could I know what this life was about?
Vainly attempting to counsel the sin.
Cutting its source is the ultimate goal.
Love that drain.
All of my fingers are dripping with red.
Dip them in liquid that’s made outta meat.
Feel so embraced by the lingering sauce.
Let me dive into the Taco Supreme.
Love that Drain.