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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Country music presents: A hillbilly's Sonnet

I don't have the patience to love you anymore
the devil sends you roses
and you've one foot out the door.
As I lay here on our sofa
and pretend to try and sleep
I want you in a coffin buried six feet deep
I never wanted you so bad
As I want you now to be dead
visions of you bleeding and a gun under my head
I wish I could unscrew you
and erase you from my mind
burn you from my memory and leave you far behind
Cause you can't do this one thing
and be want I want you to be
Baby if you really loved me,
you'd stand over me and pee
I don't want your daddy's money
I don't want a faithful wife
or little whiney babys
that will keep me up at night
All I want from you babe
is a blast of warmth and welcome
and a good ol' hearty hand job
while I'm watching Malcome.
So honey drink some water
and come join me on this couch
I'll bang you with my big bird
and show you I'm no grouch
I'm gonna take your life bitch
If you don't do me this one favor
because I need your golden shower
You've got that speacial flavor
Honey do this for me
I know its an odd request
but if you piss all over me
I'll buy you two new breasts
So drink an Ice cold pitcher
and be who I want you to be.
If you ever really loved me.
Stand over me....and pee.
The End!

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