Loving Larceny
Angela J. Perry

Sent my love C.O.D., you’re outta loot
Now lingering on my lips is
The scent of a neo-retard in a leotard
There is lunacy in this lemming adoration
My libido has been lacerated
Via your lockjaw and lackluster foreplay
Swinging your candy lasso with lassitude
And for that I’ll remain the lackey of your labyrinth
And although love is a laborious bullshit landslide
I’d lynch and loot for you, baby
I’d lynch and loot for you