Tuesday, April 28, 2015




Come on baby, I got the pig sticker lined up
between two ribs, all you gotta do is push, it’ll
slide right into my heart like cupid’s arrow.

Pulling a trigger is as easy as picking your nose.
Every bullet a guaranteed winner.  A shotgun is a
buckshot blast of hard candy kisses.

Wanna get hitched?  Put that ring on your finger,
count to three and throw the rest away. A hand
grenade will splatter me like a bug, I’ll be in every
nook and cranny. You’ll never wipe me off.

Love ain’t no pretty thing, you gotta spill some
blood, get your fingers sticky, wallow in it.




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