Dark Brown Taste

All these girls are just the same

Sweetest at the time

By the end a dark brown taste

Is all that's left behind


Always settle to the gums

Confectionery rot

About the time the needles come

To scrape them from your thoughts


Cleansing white, dark brown taste

The moon to sway your iron gate

To open, close, to mediate

The hellish rage you can't dictate.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Because women exist for the singular purpose of confusing the shit out of men.

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