By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 6 March 2000
Chewin' Up the Orchids
So sorry, my darling man
You don't do it for me anymore
You snore and steal the covers
And I can't have that
I'm not liking this marriage
One little bit
Here we are in Hawaii
Where the sky is on fire
And the ocean is seducing us
With lies of eternity
And the suite is remarkable
Five Star
Right on the Beach
But the kiss at the altar
Was staged
You were just showing off for your friends
Because you haven't kissed me since
And that won't do
I need to be kissed
And often
And with a certain amount of passion
I like to be TASTED
and SAVORED
you dork
But you are only wanting drunken sex
and then eight hours of sleep
Meanwhile I am feverish and wanting
to gobble up the world
like Ms. Pacman on crack
The only solution
I can think of
is to throw your sorry ass
to Pele
and go to the luau
alone
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