Build up the calories
and speak my health

And fuck fuck fuck
all calls from mother

You see I'm in here
won't you just do your job

Go spelltergeist the califraja
get off this couch
and write your ticket home girl

Tightening belts where bandannas should be
You always make that face
when I roll you out the closet

The pathetic sound
of plastic on shag carpet
reminds her of that curfew daddy had set
On The night I found her
so lost in the woods

I'll gladly take in anyone
who can't do college level math

10/15/2007

Posted on 10/16/2007
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