ask your children a question

condemn my race to genocide if it meant that i could lay with you
i'd listen to a piercing squeal on a loop to make this real with you
forfeit grandma’s civil-rights if it meant i‘d save the life of you
i’d spit upon a bible, dear, if it meant i’d stay right here with you

if satan showed up with a gun, threatened “be disloyal or i shoot”
i’d take it in the kneecaps, rather than to be that guy to you
i’d throw up every morning, pull my nails out, take a wrench to all my teeth
to put a ring upon your digit, and have you fidget in your bed with me