That vest offends me sir, leave it on my floor. The dog barks, but I beckon him with my silence. The stripes on your neck tell me you've seen sadness. I sing to the birds, but they fly away because my song offends their small ears. The bellhop admired my chagrin and asked me to dine at The McDonald's last night. My mom always told me that life was like a box of chocolates and you never know what you might get. I, however, think its like a port-a-*****, because I have been catching crap all day. I slapped discretion in the face last summer but it comes back for more, oh so desperate My lips burn with desire for yours, but tomorrow they shall burn for someone else. Or a milkshake. You packed everything neatly into a suitcase, but you left the feeling of your lips on mine. The oatmeal I had for breakfast proves to be no sustenance yet again, and I hunger. My innards cry for justice but my heart for the cold touch of your lingering fingertips. Smooth. **Raucous.
Lady Bitternit, ladies and gentlemen. A collaboration.