Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Alligator.

Crumple paper
Love notes
Because the author
Is your mother
Dirty, sick, ugly, fat
Besides, you've got another
But you hate her too
'Cause she left you
And now you're stuck with this
So no touch, no feel
Unless we fight
No love, no hug, no kiss
Fires burn brightly
The heart of the matter
Is you're an asshole,
She's a bitch,
And I'm the mad hatter
Ha. Ha. Ha.

P.S. I'm just a decent person with a horrible heart right now. Let me rant.

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