She's such a buffoon!
The voice in my head.
She's such a loon!
What has she said?
Well she mentioned forks.
Dull, pointy, straight to the point.
Kind of like pork.
Oink, oink.
She says she's a butterfly.
With lips as soft as sand.
If I contradict her, she cries.
The other voices think it's grand.
Monday, April 5, 2010
The Voices
Posted by TheWolfsongComatoseL2N1 at 1:32 AM
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