Plugged In

I saw you plugged in the electric chair.
Surgical smile and white coke stare.
We’ve been flipping needles since the last war
Through mountains of pills and human hair.

Our love was thick like the opium wad
Stuck deep within your pipe
Our love was fickle like the flicker
Of the flame when you asked for a light.

Broken legs and Satan’s eggs
We share our house with rats and pigs
We dug our graves with our family’s names
Enjoying heart attacks as we dig.