Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute
Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion
The shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel
The negatives, Jennifer
Such uncompromising positions
I said, "You don't need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby"
Because I don't want your money
I don't want your favors
This ain't no blackmail
This is for amusement
Don't shady pasts make interesting broadcasts?
And human error is never an acceptable answer, Jennifer