One glass of wine too many and a couple we’ve forgotten
You should have fit like a glove
You’re stuck to my butterfingers
How many disturbed young adults does it take to screw in a broken light bulb?
My fatal attraction makes masochism look like happy story time with Barney the dysfunctional dino
Staring out the window towards the gorgeous view of grotesque
My mind at home
We’re plunging downward towards the core
Every nanosecond of psych ward quality nonsense brings us closer to reality doesn’t it?
I’m standing here bleeding miles away laughing at myself so healthy
But I can’t help it you crack me up
So where’s the harm?

03/14/2011

Author's Note: don't ask...

Posted on 03/14/2011
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