Wednesday, May 21, 2014

The Final...Grunt

You are absurd madam
With your high-handed
And your grasping
Clasping claws
You think you're
Bom chicka wah wah
Flirting with every
Even the ones
That have said 'I do'

When in fact
You're just a silly
Sad and lonely putti tat
Looking for your fat cat
That will never come

Ahhh...but maybe
He will
And I'll be
Proven wrong
But then again...
After the final...grunt
And you're thinking
He's forever yours
He might say
'I've gotta run
To the store
Don't worry
I'll be back'
And you'll see him

Isn't that
How the story goes...

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