The thing about you
is that you’re pathetic, too!
Forgive me, I’ve had a few.
Five drinks in you start to spew,
"I think it’s true,
the thing about you
that left me no one to live up to."
I should have said what we both knew:
"Forgive me, I’ve had a few."
Instead I send a needle through,
by means makeshift voodoo,
the things about you
that drown me in a root beer brew:
those god **** eyes of fizz and warmth and Xanadu
and please forgive me, I’ve had a few.
So, I hex you in that way I do
when I didn’t ask to hear your view:
"WELL THE THING ABOUT YOU–
Forgive me, I’ve had a few."
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
The thing about you
is that you’re pathetic, too!
Forgive me, I’ve had a few.
Five drinks in you start to spew,
"I think it’s true,
the thing about you
that left me no one to live up to."
I should have said what we both knew:
"Forgive me, I’ve had a few."
Instead I send a needle through,
by means makeshift voodoo,
the things about you
that drown me in a root beer brew:
those god **** eyes of fizz and warmth and Xanadu
and please forgive me, I’ve had a few.
So, I hex you in that way I do
when I didn’t ask to hear your view:
"WELL THE THING ABOUT YOU–
Forgive me, I’ve had a few."
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