bill's hands

he should of kept them to himself,
instead:

he tugged on a rainbow,
bill was on the other side,

smothering yellow back.

bill was on the table
on the knife,

bill was in butter,
              in caramel
               in a cow

one time bully the kid
said he loves it when she hurts
so he wrote her about
feeling down

and she broke into his piggy-bank,
and married the lemon tree.

fuck bill though,
he only wants to fuck.
bill is the oil on tar
and is the braille
for a hand

with no fingernails.
bill's
flame is on low,
and his
bathtub buddy
is really really
dry.

he thinks he burnt her
and is smiling because he
can cry.