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Strangers in distress

Contributed by LevyMetal on Sunday, 19th June 2005 @ 05:24:59 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

Dressed up as the devils apprentice,
You remind me of an ass rider-donkey that is.
Strolled into my home in the nude,
Quite tight-butted and publicly rude.

As any host caught off there guard,
I shook your hand and offered hospitality.
No returned warmth or welcomed conversation,
I couldnt help but rebel in any more communication.

So I entwined on deeper sips of bacardi,
Until shadows in my backyard disappeared.
Aroma of mary jane made me feel illegal,
Then returned within my sanctuary to phone an amigo.

Unexpectant surprise on my leather couch,
This teeth grinding guest and no cell phone.
"Why are you in here on your own?
And punk, where the hell is my phone???!!!"

A grin she bared
Then flung her blonde hair
A giggle, a sneer, a roll of her eyes
I couldnt take much more of suspense
I wanted to stab out her insides!

Breathe in...one...two...
Count back from ten
Stop accusing the gulity
And let karma get revenge

Without a finger pointed
Without demanding to look in her purse
I sent these negative vibes from my home
And told her to never return

I hate the feeling of mistrusting
I love the heat of new friends
People are not always so pure
I wish they were more like "whole wheat bread"

I promise this downfall is just as any other
A blessing in an amusing disguise
Ever since my phone turned up missing
I've been living life on a tremendeous ride

No more cell phone bills!
No more returning unwanted pesty calls
No more worrying of where i left it last
No, no new friends or numbers at all.

Copyright © LevyMetal ... [ 2005-06-19 17:24:59]
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