a song for Summer Knuth


COURAGE, hold yer head up high
spit on the apple trees holding up the sky
slip yer skirt off leg    by    leg
Icee, he's rented yer luv for the day

"Easy Mac (TM) it's all in the wrist"
sniffing the POWER from my cake mix
you spread yer legs and cradle his head
"Love isn't everything like Momma sed"

"Just call me Princess" you say with a grin
"It's ME AND A GUN and a little piece of him."

I thought I'd find you buried in
September's leaves
but you're just like me

before Bubbles hit the ground
you stole my MAGIC WAND and twirled her around
now my magick seems lost and gone
and of us ducklings you're the unlikely swan

"Just call me Princess" you say with a grin
"It's ME AND A GUN and a little piece of him."

I thought I'd find you buried in
September's leaves
but you're not like me

"Just call me Princess" you say with a grin
"It's ME AND A GUN and a little piece of him."
and when you're not teaching butterflys to cum
you're in the closet SHRINE with Erin's chewing gum

I thought I'd find you buried in
September's leaves



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