Spending my time with lollipops against my tongue and a jester's lies on my lips
Spending my time laughing at sorrows and dramatics and I Love You's and I Want You Back's
Spending my time dancing dirty on tables, singing to the drive and circling of my hips
Spending my time casting away honor, love, and virtue, smirking at the truth, the facts

I bet you wish you were this lollipop.

I wish you were a bottle of something strong.

I'd drink you up, and dance wildly 'til my feet couldn't keep up with the floor anymore.

I'd taste you, drown my sorrows, and kiss strangers with the reek of you on my breath.

I'd retch you out, resting my forehead against a cold unforgiving porcelain god the next morning.


I wish I'd write something with giggles and smugness instead of dipshit prose and bullshit rhyme, but this is the only thing on my mind...

Bitch. I could own your ass at Mariokart.