Monday, June 1, 2009

High Maintenence Aquaintance




Open Letter to a High Maintenance Acquaintance

Your mouth has too loud
Speak-intensive VHS quality monologues
A bitch get sea sick from riding up on this talk
I'm just laying with doll eyes
And you keep gnashing your ivory
I feel like you wanna touch me
This ain't a hug if I don't move
You love singing the longest
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit

3 comments:

  1. It's officially official that while I thought you may be the funniest person I know, you are, in fact, by far the funniest person I know. For sure. I laughed out loud a lot. I mean: A lot. Damn girl, you funny. Shit. You funny.

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  2. Thank you for loving me like you do, Anya.

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  3. Get in line, buddy. I've been saying it for years.

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