Nobody Cares to Be My Lover
At least not who matches
My Ideal Opposite Gender.
The pain was waking me up in the night
N' giving me Circles All Day.
They called me La Llorona.
Now I spell relief: a_d-r-e-a-m_d-e-f-e-r-r-e-d.
My Blood Plug: worthless?
...and comfortable, like a pair of Curly-Toe Slippers.
My Grandiose Ideation may sound much
like a Monkey on a Swag, in a smoking jacket, tho
I tell you Pharmlife is always longer than no life because it's
Costlier. Your living cells have Employees and Stockholders.
Graves, inhabitants *
20 hours ago