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Saturday, February 15, 2003
Saint.Valentine aims loves arrow with drunken eye--
funny thing happened--that arrow circled 'round
but passed me by. The keen eye wore a stye,
guess I wasn't keeping it clean enough inside...
MONKIES talk, and monkies walk~
skimming off the top seems a popular theme.
Looping bitch screaming at you through door
is the latest UNDERGROUND #1 hit.
She's a bitch, BIG butt, I still love her.
The bad.Lt laughs in the background
as destinies claws creep into the skin.
Where to begin?
How about at the end; you made a list of the things
you "lost" and want replaced, well huny, here's mine:
To start off with number one, a fuckin' friend!
2. My little sista's ghettoblaster
3. Half of the duck's billz baby
4. Cost for COMPLETE clean-up of our garbage past!
( this includes fine hairs in the carpet, down to the rat-shit papa)
5. All the Skinny SKIMMin' off the top, wee buddies of the crop~
6. take your criticisms and shove it up your ass!
We both know whose work paid rent,bills & small time fun
for the starvin' duration of your stay at the run-down sanctuary.
We both also know how much EX-peerImental green
your grande efforts produced Tony.
So as you walk away thinkin I owe you,
or you did me sum kind of favor--
I want to remind you~
"Don't forget to take your dog"
-one of the best things about you!
and--
according to my new digital scale~
the scales of JUSTICE have made their measure.
You are left owing, as am I.
You are no better nor worse--
just a sneakier skimmer-scammer-
teach me one oh great and wise one.
Gotcha girlfriend fool'd.
I drooled at the way your picture-perfect story
took it's toll. What do I much care?
i am like rock or roll--i roll with it baby~
look forward to our face to face,
especially now that logic and MATH have taken their place
into my life...as they should yours (think about it)
back trace~
enough about you let's talk about my valentine~
oh, NEVERMIND!
I have to find a way to get the message over to her NOW!
Wishin love as new and old lovers come together!
Pun definately intended. If you don't,
it just takes a bit of practise and COMMUNICATION.
Courtship you may ask?
Well, a kiss~ to remember...
I miss my sister, Rachel. She's the bomb--
and I'm really, very, sooo hungry!
Sure time to eat free range aborted chickens,
pig, potato, oranges
and coffee and/or wine~
Here's to the day of love.
I will cum bach soon, amen-
for NOW, let me eat.
posted by Milli
at 2/15/2003 07:45:00 AM
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