Forced To Be Happy Ever After (Nikkie Cox) Sometimes I envision as I drive down the friendly Addison streets, The ever looming day that our private parts will passionately meet, Or perhaps while I pass by a mother nursing her growing child, I think about the day our desires will grow ever so bloodily wild, Dreams of your slim, temptful white body and lactose balloons draw near, While I point a gun to my head and sit enjoying my own obsessive fear, Or better yet visit you in person and peek through an open window glass, As I lacerate my mexican wrist and wonder how much longer I'll last, Red bursts of color gush out like a something out of Kool Aid Man's head, This is when I contemplate your failed acting career and wish the WB was dead, Laying in your bushes and grass I feel a calm as my puddle of blood grows large, While you frantically dial 911 and put on hold your viewing of 'Charles in Charge', And as the police drag me away and your screaming is the last memorable sound, I'll be thinking of you as I fry in the chair and my last drop of urine hits the ground. Home |
