'They All Look So Ugly and Mean When I’m Sober' by Ravyn LaRue

Hey doll,
Long time no see-
Looking as trampy as ever-
Good.

I like ya-
You’re the one person in the world I like.

Kid, you’re such a small feisty thing
Ya have a fire in that voluptuous chest

I like feist.

Far better than that Blondie
She thinks she’s good
‘Least we know better-

Ain’t that right, doll?

Somewhere under my fat skin and width there’s a sliver of hope
I see kids like you and smile
It brings me joy to give ya a steady shoulder to lean on
That heavy head of soft hair and residual sparkle

I know ya-
Even when I’m sober
That’s not much any more, Kid.

I’ll be the rock you wrap your fishnet-wrapped vines around
I’ll still be manly and I’ll remember to put my hand on your thigh
It’s what we got, Doll
It’s all we got

But this liquor and radio is enough for me
I’ve always been here
I’ll always remain
The whole world murders itself
But I remain in this concrete cage

You, Kid.
Ya give me reason to keep with it.
That-

…That, and you’re sure nice to look at.