Red Red Sonja, you make me feel so bologna
yet above you.
Wear a glove
when you wake me
so I can watch you go-go.
I know the secretions that you seep
while you're flopping in the street;
Uncontainable
that's what you are, Love.
Love is a cattlefield
and I'm hungry like a dwarf
level five, with full charisma and a Stratocaster.
January 22, 2010
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