Call me a tale that is optimistic,
He'll write you back no,
A pigeon went his way-
things suddenly got worse.
Gullet is how large it was,
Christmas presents like skyscrapers,
The oil is not there-
having a society is, I guess, enough reasoning
to allow justified abortion of our planet.
Well Mrs. Smith how is the matriarchal life,
Divorced a drunk to protect her kids,
Assisted governmental living-
has still proven you won't make it.
But you're an independent!
No wonder quite a few deal with domestic violence
so unfortunate mothers, pick your poison.
No comments:
Post a Comment