Nettle

the green fixed point of end

we’re motioning forward

riding this super tight bend

brain and skin, thy should’ve been dead

and the green continues to grow

all four smile, he cuddles me

but nothing, has changed, so?

bearing foot

green stingers you lay

i am incorrect

do you fear being gay?

that scared is not

there is more, do tell, speak

this nettle cider will help, drink up

otherwise it may not leak.

bitter juices tunneling the ears

they absorb right in, no fuel.

for none exiting tears

sit back, drink up, lets be cool

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a choice of three, to make i will

itchy hands clasping on,

all are intreigued please, do spill

scratch it or kiss it,

or give it,

the chop.