Thursday, April 29, 2010

Pudding

You make me feel like a degenerate
My mind flusterpated while I try
To combat your diabolical plan
To torment and diminish me
Some days I feel like I’m drowning
Chained by the ankles
In a vat of tapioca pudding
Thick and bubbly
This is not what I wanted
I did not read the fine print
When I signed up for life with you
I dare not try to scream for help
For each time I open my mouth
I find myself choking on your lies
And excuses
Thick like the goo that binds me here

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