the mother who's lips don't stop flapping about counting yer pennies, work for the man, buy a house, get some insurance, suck suck suck, give give give into fear fear fear. You cannot understand the mindset of my soveriegn ways
the sister oh a supposed sister who drugs and drugs and drugs her days, and yells and screams to get her way and all of a sudden after 50K a drop in the bucket ok, oh how she expects everyone to drop to the ground and give her 500 pushups, "jump cuz I say." And yells at me. she thinks I will give in to her ways.
the gal she had her baby, it's babytime and baby days, i'm supposed to call and wish her well, and be her support, be her support. suck me dry the postmortem wanna. i have nothing to give
no ear to listen to postmortem viagra.
I am the auntie with a gift, then I leave, selfish and single. No apologies. oh oh oh. Get it right.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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