Grinding Process

sitting in your smile chair
I sniff here lips and spit
he keeps on calling lies
of those less fortunateI must exterminate
the lucky hunch and guilt
I win my lotteryMy fingers need a bath
he moves around and licks
she chokes her dying breath
and does it in my faceher sticky druggy sticks
to my more waiting flesh
it doesn't number minefor my last kiss to taste
for my last kiss to tastethat I know it is wrong
but I'm waiting to see
how very long I can keep up the pace