I wrote you a song
Singing along to my six string
I spoke of how I do not like you
I told you how you make my soul nauseous

It was 1987
I still despise you
I still will write until my creative lobe droops
Like an elder’s ear lobe
And on and on I will tell you to vaporize

Thin air calling
I never will like you
We are polar opposites I wrote you 1987
Remember?

11/30/2009

Posted on 11/30/2009
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