My Space.

Swell to quell

The hell that resides

In your insides.

Shit to fit

In my space

Where you lose your place.

Top dog millionaire

Never had it so good.

You wish you could.

Strike it up to three

Where we will be

On that plane

As you watch in vain.

The terrible twos,

What a pair.

What dreamy-eyed kids

Who know not everything’s fair.

Suck it up buttercup.

This one’s for the losers

Who fill her up.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. bambam415 says:

    On this misty day your thoughts of lovers past ring out clearly xoB

  2. bambam415 says:

    Oooh! I get it!!!;)

    Sent from my iPhone


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