There is a girl made of stucco and yarn
Building a paper maché cross in the left lane of the AZ 101 She's praying for a heatwave A cricket virtuoso with kerosene cologne She's a giraffe with a magnifying glass away from finally fffffffffffftttttttttttt She wants to be smoke signals you can see from neptune Then she wants to be put out Not extinguished/put out, but inconvenienced She's holding out for a hero with a heart of plexiglas Thick, durable, easy to see through Oh Plexiglas Savior Where were you when the rent check flew out the window Not bouncing when it crashed to Earth But creating a crater deep enough to lose her self-worth in? Where were you when Prozac Prince Charming skipped town like a first period class Leaving her with nothing but a sock, a chicken bone, and an addiction to milkshakes? Plexiglas Savior, where are you now during her hours upon hours upon hours of need? The Plexiglas Savior is jousting with wet socks He is filling his diaper with raspberry jello and snowmelt The Plexiglas Savior is touring the country of Imignoringyou Leaving presents in the freezers of bisexual women Don't believe me, Stucco Girl? Open your icebox Throw out your Chickenshit Pot Pies, your Ben & Jerry's Macaroon and Cheese Ice Cream There, behind the prosaic package of Sour Grapefruits Where the ice tray would be if you hadn't sewn it into the cups of your brassiere Feel that? It is a peach pit It is a dog turd It is a waterlemon It is a sausage It is a cliché phallic metaphor for masculinity It is the long dark teatime of my cock No--- It is a sausage Not a kielbasa or a bratwurst Not one of those Ballpark Franks you smother with ketchup Not balownee or bologna or Mettwurst These are bangers Which are of no consequence to the rest of your life Oh Stucco Bitch Don't you see? The Plexiglas Savior is no more than Johnny Sausageseed A lone Gunther A Santa with a sense of irony And he will only visit you when you're asleep So sleep Stucco Princess Somewhere there's a cross with your name on it A pyre you can call your own Custom Friends Groups: NOtAZ Current Mood: glad that's out of my system Link Leave a comment | 2 comments Sat, Aug. 14th, 2004 02:09 am (local) asthecrowfliesdamn. hot damn. that's the first thing i read this morning & aready i'm in a good mood. the long dark teatime of my cock fucking brilliant. Link Thread - Delete - Spam - Screen - Freeze - Track This - Reply Select: Sat, Aug. 14th, 2004 02:19 am (local) akamuuThanks. I've always thought Douglas Adams and male anatomy went hand in hand, but the Hitchhiker's Guide to My Nose Hair just didn't have the same ring to it.
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