You are one crazy bitch!
Babbling your tongue over the
same serpent.
Don't you know I make fun of your madness,
the drool that runs to get away from you.
Shut the hell up!
The mirror even wants to run
away from you...those dancing pupils.
Shaking your ass, oh, so cute, I just
want to gag!
The Queen looking down on her peasants, your
nose not even a ladder.
Your birth can't even stand you, and so a gun waits for
you.
Clothes standing in a closet wanting to hide from you, and even they
pray for escape.
Your breath of intellect stinks of coffee, cigarettes and stale sex,
and what is it he sees in your anyway?
I guess the green made you smell better LOL!
Oh, but I should be grateful....
Your eyes won't let you sleep, and so Jack Daniels bedded
you on this night.
