frosting

sick to my stomach
full of saccharine sweet rocks
too much fucking sugar, i walk the talk
mood took a nose dive to slippery, sarcastic
surreptitious, sorrowful, solidified, slick, soliloquy
singing somewhere sudden, sullen, sordid's sanctuary
i want you to shut the fuck up, and read my splash guard
flash a card, wait for my hand, busy, sowing the fucking land
hewn rough, talking a bunch of false stuff, into the clouds of fluff
it was you i said i luff, rough, i meant love, released as a dead dove
over it all, you seem to hover, above, the words without bird's talons
wasting your time in gallons, over the years, it's everything we feared
you said to quittit, stoppit, i said, fuckit, kept on decking what i reckon
nothing but ups and downs, not quite manic, don't panic, nor depressive
just slightly amiss in some kind of self dished diss, not quite a moan, piss

i didn't even put on lipstick today.

jeez

those people were seriously fucking with me. i just don't like people telling me What To Do when i know i'm Right. and i was.

i was!