I Flipped You Over For The Last Time

You nodd into Gomorrah, you smell my lip move, your hand unwinds like the rubber, around your arm. Sp each was for yesterdays reliance on this vomit puked room. Your head hung is no match in internment it's bubbles shinny march across your chin dripping. Sodom left traces not only on your arm. The great city once your mind is now only Babel's lost in time, bones catered pressed by sand it's mother. I know, statistics say you are lost, I never go with them, yet political correctness strokes me now... ssoooo.. I stick it in, to the hilt, and press the plunger filling you with sleeps warmth, one last time... Not getting caught so it is legal... So is water boarding...and...and....and...and. I flipped you over one last time because....... it was legal.....