Tell us what she's won, Rod!
can't you see the sun?
the arsenal it comes equipped with?
shouldn't you be burning under it's razor sharp rays?
shouldn't they be penetrating you from the inside out?
shouldn't you be churning from anguish, insulted by the acid
that is the bright yellow glow,,,,
which should be turning your ranks into puny drizzles
of cheap trickles to the feces laden shallow below
that you shall call your new home.
don't be fooled, snow.
i like you most other times.
but as you are, you drive me fucking mad like
an unwanted period when i am really fucking horny.