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
