Jan 13, 2011 12:44
You're so full of shit, it makes me sick.
Is she just your trick or a temporary fix?
This might be the only way that we click,
But I'm still getting sick of your infidel fits.
Well, she's just a whore, but this is a trip!
There's always more in store than you'll ever admit.
Do you refuse to choose 'cause you just can't?
Do you butter her up just to unbutton your pants?
Go on, make your choice and please decide quick,
Because more than just spores of HIV will stick.
No more hide and seek -- now you'll play duck-duck-goose,
But you can't hold anything tight that's already so loose.
So looks like it's two for you and none for me,
But you think there's all this room for three.
And I'm not as appeased as you'd like to believe,
Just because she's best handled down on her knees.
Are you so naive that you cannot conceive,
The disease in your bullshit routines and innocence pleas?
My last plea - pretty please - just try to perceive:
That these are your dirty deeds (and the shit I don't need.)