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By Misti Date: 2003 Jul 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.18.22.19.4936]] |
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I don't know if I'm burning with envy or chlamydia you're in the middle of a party I left many Bacardi lemonades ago your confusion and flustered is it Love or Hate or Memorex bullshit smells like Prell to me but hell call it poetry if you want to you will get compliments from dumb drama junkies who enjoy dog paddling their way through the same tired quagmire woof woof the roof is on fire burn baby burn at the latest generic version of Studio 54 in your Versace whore knockoff dress a damsel in distress loves any dragon gets off on his breath and the roasty toasty death of dignity and subsequent wake all for the sake of fifteen minutes of fame via reality skank TV Girls Gone Wild! Girls Gone to the Hounds of Hell! Girls Gobbled Up With a Dishwasher Bent Spoon Girls Spit Out Like a Stale Loony Tune Cartoon vitamin somewhere in between a hungover brunch on the back porch and a microwave dinner you are thinner than me with tremendous tits a happy-go-luckierest ditz oozing a young Susan Dey vibe you come from a bland tribe that does not quit you're the reason Amerikka loves Jen and Brad Pitt you can have your party and your pretty King cake you can smile and hand him a splintered stake but I'll stay in the lake loving the peace the cease fire the Lagoon Nebulae the distant snapping turtles and deep cold nothing you are something else, girlfriend send my regrets my RSVP to the god only you can see take it for free while it lasts have a blast on your way to the whiny rainy day melted mildewed parade. |