Etiquette

The last time I crapped my pants I was at this party

We built a bonfire out back All real messed up dancing

like amputees til we got our sea legs People saying

Man you smell like shit Me not giving a shit The house

censoring a hill’s privates while I tried to undress

the city with my eyes I saw a diaper rash of

taillights chapping the bridge Nightlit downtown red and sore

Both brought down by old age alcohol and capital

we chose incontinence as social fertilizer

because if you campaign on your flaws your virtues are

just icing on the sausage Love is the silverware

that civilizes lust’s appetite I forgot mine

With your nose clothespinned we hungrily spooned knifed and forked