Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Relationship Vomit

To be perfectly honest
I don’t have the stomach for it
I can’t rest upon it
A relationship vomit

Cop up the curdles
Rest up the vestibules
Light a few candles
Can’t clear the smell
Light a match, it will suite you well

The relationship vomit comet
It comes upon us all
When there’s nothing left within
And everything else falls
Did it come from the sky?
Nice try


You love to love nothing
And use everything
It serves one thing
It serves one thing

You’ll never love anything above yourself
You can drive miles of death
You’ll see nothing except yourself
In a coffin within yourself

Because you love nothing but yourself
And you don’t care about the things that count
Oh,,,,I guess you do have a count
On one hand,,,,,,about the people you understand
The girls you masturbate too
On so many video tubes
You can’t even give it up]
To a real girl a time or two
Just a waste of penis paste
A waste of time waste
Wipe it off and let it go
Or two, or three, or four, or one
It only takes one to get the job done
He doesn’t care….so debonair
Little does he know?
I was a pretty good show
But not now……….


Laugh it up and how….