Mr. Take It All

You show up late. Same crooked grin. Eyes all glassy. Tasty skin.

Hit the bathroom. Lock that door. Come out louder than before. Laugh too big,

your jaw all slack. Arms around us, pat our backs. But act like

that missing ring. You're already pocketing things. You're Mr. "Take it all".

High and hollow. Stumbling tall. Strip it down. Then strip your friends

every line you cross. You call pretend. Mr. "Take it all".

Right in your little throne of faults when the truth comes swinging through.

It's gonna land right into you. Coat on the chair. Your hands drift