The party don’t start until you show blood
The party don’t stop until there’s no blood
charli’s latest underwhelmed me honestly
all hyper, no pop, just let her show blood
but drink up, sate yourself, open a can!
I pity you, gone so long with no blood.
Once, on my knees, I scrubbed droplets of you
menses on the bathroom floor. Now there’s no blood
I turn on the tv, it’s all marketing
for war and other plastic goods - no blood.
Sometimes loss fills me up like a sea
and all that’s left is drowned. Ghosts have no blood.
Well, Ignatz, you’ve put your foot in it now
everybody knows that you can’t grow blood.