Everything is cheap
When you're with me
The context of occasion
A formulated equation
To keep you crawling
Back for something more
I'm easy-
With my sideways laugh
My cheap well whiskey
Calloused hands hard
From quill and axe
Pressed into the soft
Flesh of your neck
Broken hearts
Grow hard men
All the same as
Split logs make
For strong hands.
Where I am iron
You are weak
Cunning in
indifference
I see your need.
Any bed you find
Beside another man
Soft and thin, his
Temporary hands
Your heart will crawl
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