dedalus Posted January 19, 2013 Share Posted January 19, 2013 Love you, baby, love you all the time, and when you come down with your buzzsaw mind and slice me into chips and timber, I drop my pants, all loose and limber, and you gaze upon me with a look of pain, with what one calls disdain and say, now is not the time or place, and sniff, dismissively, a child of grace, and get the girl to SEW you into your dress which is totally weird, but I digress: I stand with my arms akimbo and feel like a dull fat dimbo in this flat and empty social plain. I never loved you, you say, I married you for money, OK? My extension droops, I put a towel upon it, oops, grab it as it drops and look around for useful props. Wild-eyed, brain-fried, sort of whimpering: Tell me why oh why oh why oh why you do these things that make me cry? And you say, sort of simpering, ‘Cos it’s fun, hon. So I reach in the drawer and pull out the gun, shoot the girl, and as she plops down quickly on the floor, a mincing whore, a little sinner, my wife and I go down to dinner. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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