Voyeur

I like watching cops
Feel up all the girls
While I stand outside
Press my nose
Press my mouth
Against the bakery’s windows
Till I can’t watch the cops feel anymore
Pressed against, my waist, windows
Against, the cop, anymore

My stomach’s on the fritz
I like my stomachs on the fence
I like them bludgeoned half to death
Why not then take it off this time
My heart, my heft
Come lift it off of me

What are you full of
What are you full of