giveth and taketh

i said i loved you

because you were struggling

not because it’s true

growing up with santa

he’s making a list

checking it twice, waiting to

disillusion you

clarity

isn’t there something

you can do to make this thing

less of a thing thing

it’s a hard knock life for vapid bimbos

that nurse is so mean

she’s all, you might have herpes

like, totally loud!

in other words: he sucks

he’s like broccoli

or control top pantyhose

awful and tasteless

we’re not going to be friends

your face reminds me

of someone i used to know

and didn’t like much

problems with breeders

oh, very funny

we’ll name the baby miles jr.

miles miles. it’s mental.

trumpet, trumpet!

start spreadin’ the news!

so and so is a big fat…

you know what I mean

you’re a loser

stop that blubbering

it’s pathetic in a man

of your age and girth

what i wanted to say

i may be a bitch

but you know what? i’m lucky

at least i’m not you