You are mistaken.
I am not wrong about this.
I am never wrong.
What's that you have there?
It looks just like my Precious.
I want it. Need it.
Inside me, a fire,
Tempered napalm waiting for,
Your wrong move. Kaboom!
Two dozen donuts
For the price of one. Gimme.
Don't ask me to share.
Faster. Harder. More.
I can't get enough of you.
You're life's sweet dessert.
The remote control
Is just out of reach. Blast it.
Brady Bunch reruns.
I don't just want mine.
I want yours too. Yes.
And his. And hers. Mine.
No comments:
Post a Comment