gimme gimme

gimme gimme
more skyy
melon
fermented potato juice?
so i can be artificially happy
tonight
the nondescript goose is over-rated
fire water

In creeping in to see I see what I can be to thee and wee can knee in the groin the punchless agony of laughing hysterically and now I bow to how you loathe the supervisor of the path to enlightening the stricken blow into my pillow filled with holes of hopes and free liquor.