Bitch! You dork! You got it wrong! You’re dumb! I knew it all along!
With all you spilt upon your bib, I’ll have you rocking in a crib. You fucked it up too long for show while your great love had seen to go—motorboats and cordless freaks—apocalypse between your cheeks. I’d been quite soured for the way your heart had puked into a play. The meanest evil all through time had been the one deep in your mind. To think it right to hold them close, was just the sighting of a ghost. Future borne or from the past, maybe it had gone quite fast, perhaps they’d cried when played a song—their wedding day had been proved wrong. Added to with something fierce, remembrance of one they’d pierce. The joy they thought would show a laugh had been the thing to make them chaff. They’d felt the girl within the song—knew it cursed—yet sang along. When tears they fell the one would see—they’d been emplaced—she'd thought of me.
