here's mud in your i

By the guppy
Date: 7 June 2000

here's mud in your i

ding dong the sing song silliness of the song sung blues makes me feel revolted ask travolta no, don't dude can't relate and i don't have the patience to compensate insurance lend me a dollar take me to the ball, doll i'll fake the fall i'll shake loose the roots of the tallest tree with the tightest noose wave goodbye as your caboose strolls clearly away bake some muffins wonder if the oven calls or if your waterfalls could break me in to this newfound lovin fast and futile dark and docile this crocodile has walked a few miles in manskin shoes i know the choice but it's yours to choose beg me not for advertising break me not for the fury of the fake there's nothing you can take that can place your name or stake this claim that my giving couldn't shake i'm furious with a calm smile i'm pent up in curiosity's stall no more vroom vroom ecstasy whiplash in an outlet mall don't place me in your race for the head of the table and don't go lookin when i insist that i'm cookin up a new plan to meet the man at the back of the stable i might be able i'm well praytell, how can you know? because you saw me at the chariot race soot-faced and determined? here's mud in your i here's a toast to the tone deaf who chose the design on my guilded platter and never even cared whether my preference for butter mattered and here's an orchid a bit of braille lend me your hand lend me your lips lend me your temple i'll keep it simple and sweet like you're used to i'll take you on a familiar field trip to a comfort zone you've never known but you've read about it a million times t.s. elliot and busta rhymes margaret thatcher and richard simmons george carlin and mother theresa rest her soul i sign my love letters over and out with a holy symbol i believe in above all else no doubt every conceived emotion belched out of the human form has kept me warm at one time or another nothin fuels like love nothin feels like love nothin leaks more flammable or frightening than love and you'd best believe that, brother not that fear should alter your ego or dampen your libido for one foul second i severely doubt that when the wheel is spun out and the next set of pale blue eyes silences your cries you'll even hold valid the last time it happened even december skies turn bright sometimes forget what you've learned i've burned too many bridges itched too many unreachable scratches thinkin it would help it doesn't it just reminds me that i'm a whelp a pup someday when my moxy is shining and my divine is divining i'll crack my whip and skip out of my placental swimming pool and allow myself to drool floorwise over a feminine form of heaven again tis my place to put passion in it's own and welcome you when you prove me wrong

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