Junk treat
Milked every slaking morsel
Juiced past every sluice limit
All want, no worry
The gullet gushes
past the throat again
and again
A faint hope
that the spit into the stomach
at least dulls it
Nothing does
Milked every slaking morsel
Juiced past every sluice limit
All want, no worry
The gullet gushes
past the throat again
and again
A faint hope
that the spit into the stomach
at least dulls it
Nothing does