Slug

This is just like drugs

You make me feel so good

So loved

But that sobering moment 

Always comes

And I’m struck by hard thumbs

Turned to crumbs

Strumming on blisters

And numb tongues

Wishing I wasn’t so

Brutal on the up

Cos now I slump

In the dump

Of heartstrings in the sun

I pump blood

As fast as I lump

Assumptions

So I’m racing

And I flood

Chunky hunks

In hunky chunks

Through my bumbling rump

Of ribeye crunch 

I wish I never took

So much

I’m stumbling crumped 

Hunched and bunched

At the belly

Like I went doubles

Over lunch

Don’t take the hit away

I’ll be fucked

Because even though

It drains my every inch

I itch for that punch

Though every lick 

I drip and drain

It’ll never be enough

I need to be

Absolutely stuffed

I can’t live with no rumble

I like the pigsty that I tumble

About in during the moonlight

Bumble about come sunshine

Fumble with the tight spine

Of rock and roll fluid for sport

Go on, rack me a slug of love

That I can snort.

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By Lyric Deep.