pawned

now's ok for a chat
not a sit down

when your motivation
is laid out
on a glass coffee table
plain as day
in front of me

how in fuck
am i supposed to
pretend you
are really present

pretend you're not
actually in
the market
for some adolescent
alibi

with the sweat in your clothes
and the grease in the air
he's out somewhere
and in drunk repose
you'll commit to
a night
but only for the
illusion of being
his equal

we be like them little bitches on the chessboard

not i