Forgive? Yes oh no

Yes.

Oh. Yes, but no
hold up. 'Cause
I'll tell you why

and then:

a woman

in cultural terms
her whole life
generally gets pounded
while wasting her time
on the wrong damn man
it turns out

she can't drive

him from

mind

except

the man—is he true? in
his turn and terms wants
more
and he
has to be worth,

yet

burns yet another big score!
for her! Who? True? Oh no

it takes
the one
he's with, now
screw the past
to the future post

undo

undo

to believe

it's

her

even once,
now you and I
could be "the
one" let alone

you.

When
neither can trust?
in themselves? let
alone

oh,
no

heart
shake
ice break
to bone
pour two
drinks

now
for oneself
and thou.

In slow
short glass
bound to break
here we go! Add

spirit
heat
stir

in stir
in gaol now
marking out time
from a boy to this

girl

that's a "Heterosexual
Monogamy Joint!" see
it
purple and swole
green, iced clear and
glassed

on-point.

To your eyes!
To your face, crazy
culture makes us
such

weird names.

DRINK!

It's a drinking game,
lust

plus invincible trust
when you've finally had
another that can make
you forget

when she's never any time
in the world left yet

and he can't bet stake get
more

than this one

when it's all that she needs
and
it's everything he wants
gone

bust

once
more.

raise a glass encore?

Yes. Watch this trick
I will pour you a

"Forgive Yourself Sore” or
Forgive Yourself Score.

Depends. Do you want
an onion or a cherry in
this

drink?
Sure