COMING TIME WRONG

COMING TIME WRONG
Take more next time, gee.
Jesus ain’t too soon singing free.
Can’t you see there’s still some inside me?
Rape me. Ripping.
Discombobulate my essence.
Steal my facts while rising.
Circumcise my intuition and slice my smiling.
Half-cut frowns funneling down some brown tonic.
Leaking lips stuttering spilt swallows while
insinuating that the infinite shackle was chronic.
You fucking fraud. Long time coming.
Coming time wrong.