Delay

Finally a teenager at twenty
Allowed to feel brash and dirty
The head of a handled beer
Off flies the bottle cap
Here comes the queer
A manic dancer between hands
And heads and lips and hips
Feel me up already
I felt you across the room
Fit in your iris like a microorganism
I can only love you there
The company kills my senses
Words spoil me and seem enemies
Alcohol adrenaline did it again
Sorry Sorry Sorry
More sincere than a smiling dog
A punch to my maw is necessary
I am not a cautious mouth here
Unbridled and obnoxious
I killed the kid in me too quickly
Now he's going to kill me
...I don't mind.