This is why I don't share my poetry.

Filling stations no longer serve
Work up her nerve
Abandoned at the alter
She ran to her home

You pump your gas
You ride my ass
Get off me
I don’t want to hear it

Check the oil
Never spoil
Don’t panic
It’s just a minor threat

Who’s buying coffee?
Still can’t get her off me
Push on her stomach
She’ll throw up

Reach in and grab your lust
Pull it from disgust
Sliced my finger
On broken glass

My finger starts to bleed
Losing what I need
Will you put it in me
When I am gone?

Fill er’ up Phil
Pig in its swill
I hate myself
If you will too

Drive away
Why stay
Fuck the paperwork
Just keep it

Danger