I would trade a lifetime
of your nagging
for an hour of unconscious rape

In and out of backseats
those haggard puke inducing
Dresses

The folds are never alike or
not quite the same
And I'm not quite sure but you do look stunning in blood

Well here is your wind whispering and
here are your fresh bouquets from the park
Here's remembering every anniversary
and here's to another "hit the lights" romance

I honk when I have finished
Twice if I really liked it
So my boys come down from the hills
dripping lust like sweat from their teeth
they all just take a piece

I watch what's left of the previews and
jet from the drive-in
to wherever

It really takes all my patience
not to bend your neck back further
when you're screaming those obscenities
Something bout "Oh yes, like that!"

03/14/2008

Posted on 03/15/2008
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