there's no point in pulling
out a fresh pair of underwear
like you wear them anyway
might as well pack back up
cause your time in this space is spent
the inn keeper keeps giving hints
through the screened windows and air vents
you've got to move on from here
clean your nose and slip on
those silk pantyhose they loved watching you dance in
tomorrow's not promised
but tonight we can play
sit on the hallowed ground
count our blessings by the number
of teeth remaining in our mouth
baby, they're still in love with you
come closer, watch the scabs peel from my knees
smell the water raining from the dead trees
go swimming before the snakes awake
and take their blues out on you
the inn keeper keeps whispering hints
through the screened windows
and again while touching you in the tent
getting off while you cry and bleed below
it's that time before dawn when the safest
thing to do is get up and run
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