When Two Pieces of Shit Kiss

When two pieces of shit kiss each other
They wonder if they're doing it right
Part of the kiss is spent fearing
Their breath might be bad
Or whether they're using enough tongue
Other parts of the kiss are devoted to
Pondering why anyone would want to kiss
A piece of shit such as themselves in the first place
Most of the kiss, though,
Most of it
Is spent forgetting that they were ever
Pieces of shit to begin with
And hoping that the kiss could last and last

Janie Jones

I kept looking at your lips
Because I wanted to kiss them
And while you talked
I imagined what that kiss would be like
I'm sure you couldn't tell
That I was shaking from excitement
Most of the time
It happens when I can't contain myself
You dipped back into the banana cream pie
And I imagined kissing whatever hurt
Under the Band-Aids wrapped around your fingers
I would've smoked a pack of cigarettes
To calm myself
But I was too busy keeping you laughing
Because I'm addicted to your smile