There is a desperation.
Its gorgeous of course
it taunts you with its
ideal-li-za-tion.
it looks like such fun
like such a kick ass time
the perfect set of tits, that play
“Back In Black” at full embracing volume
waves and vibrations enter every orifice of your body
till you are fucktastically engorged
confident as the full blown sun
you are ready to party
3 hours later I find
whats left of your soul, covered in clown vomit
whimperin like a pup lost in the cold.
Getting jacked up on shitty pop songs & energy drinks
is no match for the gutter, kid.
but fuuuuuu…. we all take a stab at that beautiful bitch sometimes
sometimes she ignores ya, sometimes she sells yer kidneys to the Russians.
which ride is better?
even God don’t rightly know.
