Dirty Thoughts

I got you on my mind
Keep plucking away at you
They have my head open plucking away at you
But you keep coming back
They said they got you really good last time but here you are again
On my mind
Got me open
For all to read
So I freeze up
Let that shit pile
Pipe burst
Let it file up
Bus strike –
I need you out
Of my mind but like my thoughts you keep coming back
So I keep plucking at you
I keep plucking away at you
But you stick on my fingers like clay – like a butterfly
Like a bee
You all I see
Even with my eyes closed
Off days
On days
You are my On days
All ways
Want you in all ways
Like chemo
~ Musa

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