Wendy Went Wrong
Makin' it with anyone
who isn't me is enough
to make me pound
on the hood of my
suicide machine.
I never thought
my eyes could cry
but all of this
insolent New Jersey
sand is blinding me.
You are a glorious
mansion of a women,
I just can't remember:
best girl on worst
block, or vice versa?
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2 comments:
Nice.
or peter pan's...
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