Should I Be Good...?

And talked,
Shiny, honey-laced lips
The beauty in sweet talking it’s clear
When all I hear is fucking moaning
Killing,
Vision blurred
Shits scattered across the paths, the walls
I’m more worried about rats and ants

Those sweet lips we believe it’s what
It’s what raises pellucidity
Civility
Bloody civilised

And I should be good
And behave, like amiable, playful dolphins
When asses run amok
Be good
For it looks good