November 26, 2003

  • I’d say cry me a river
    but it’s not like you would listen
    much too busy party plannin’
    for the day you chuck me over
    you ruined all my favorite songs
    now stardust tastes like sawdust
    when harry croons it makes me want to vomit
    I wish I wished the best for you
    unfortunately that’s not true
    so here is what I wish for you instead:


    I hope when you are walking
    out apon the grassy green
    that a rake snaps up to crack you in the snout
    (you pig)

    I hope you step in dog poo
    but don’t notice that it’s on your shoe
    until you’ve gone and tracked it through
    your brand new house
    (you shit)


    I hope when you are screwing
    all those tramps that you’ve been doing
    without condoms…
    that you get a mighty itch
    (you dick)



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