Exposing her Bittersweet

Oh my gosh, I just don’t have any time. Ahh!
How do you even go about constructing this?
So many rules and one too few freedoms
freedom purely bought through capitalistic means
and turning green, sadistic leaves
or a sickened face too light to breathe
Until the body slumps, cold, against a wall
Knocked out from the passion spent
The tart of the alley has favors lent
Exposing her bittersweet
Kisses to her undercover luva who is a woman
changing faces every hour, every day
And back again, but squinting a little bit
you never understood me