In It To Win It

Smooth floor this, you could drag me by the ankles along it,

Until the skin on my arse puckers and erupts

And I have to go in the bathroom to calm down.

I'll be in there a lot and I'm sorry, so sorry for that.

The trite sticky inside of a food blog,

An infinite glossy gurgle recounting the back rubs,

A big domestic piss to one and all,

Urban experiment, borough branding,

Sloppy candle,

Renewing what's love,

Rejecting the handles.