06-11-2014, 07:34 AM
Stolen kisses behind closed doors,
never knew our mother's were such whores,
or what those little balloons were for.
I punched holes in them with a pin,
and got a baby brother for my sin.
We hunger for unneeded food,
We're screwed because we can't get screwed,
Our love when found betrays our needs;
We might as well be centipedes.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions