You'll take My spit wherever it lands. On the floor. My feet. Dripping off of your chin after I stand over you, and purposefully miss your mouth so I can laugh at the desperation you have for My spit. You don't care where it lands. You just want it, however you can get it. And that's why toying with you is just so fucking fun. Calling you names, diminishing your existence with every word that I speak, because it's all that you deserve and nothing more. You're like a little circus freak--I spit, and you clean it up. And I laugh at you and belittle you for it. Every step of the way.