dont hope for diamonds bitch
a burning yeast infection
curds and whey
a nasty itch
that i want to kill
i remember eddy haskell
grace kelly and june cleaver
ill never leave her
another 50's milf
i sit on the windowsill
poodle dress and no dope
slipping down the slippery slope
fingers and triggers and
cross hairs in the
scope
i see you
a well timed lie
nothing left
but something
on the sly
something ive come to rely
on
regularly
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