I’m going to give it away —
it’s as good as selling it
or hiding it in some gully
I can’t find again.
What do you say
To this heart
on a plate?
tick
tock
boom
tick
tock
boom
Just book a time,
a place. I’ll be there, with
an armful of words and tears,
to gorge on, it’s all for free —
there will be a bloody glut,
I’m just going to give it away —
it’s heavy and won’t sell on eBay.