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By Misti Date: 2004 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.16.09.33.30186]] |
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I'll either be living with a crazy man named Joe in a brown house by the nursery where you bought the birch tree because you want me close to you your piece of crap car can't be making countless trips across town or I'll be living in a cheap furnished apartment with drug dealer and prostitute neighbors and broken beer bottles in the parking lot I won't be living with you because your roommate and Gomez would not approve and believe me baby I wouldn't want to be your live-in girlfriend at this point practically speaking I will be coming back to you with six hundred dollars maybe at the most just enough for first month's rent Geico and gas to get there and some cans of black-eye peas maybe a six-pack of Corona and some Sweettarts and I have done crazy to death all my life running away from home on my little red tricycle at age three because my old lady neighbor down the street always had candy and I have taken on love said Pick Me, Pick Me!!! when all the band-aids in the free world could not hide my scabs I have a lot of nerve the universe rewards that, I tell you and you love me just enough to believe me. |