About My Girlfriend

About my girlfriend and her attitude She has one of those screaming pretty Halloween creepy stringy hair And a thing in her head called an eye One droops, hangs or even dangles I can't say if there are two It is difficult remembering birth dates Math was never very meaningful Who knows what's in that head What else might be in there with her In the house in the bottom basement She dwells on bottles filled with alcohol Sits there for hours to empty one and all Guns and fireworks go off to raise the dead She rolls around inspired by the floor Liquid pleasure turns quickly into Frankenstein At the sight of me now in her sights Standing there in fear on landing stairs With however many eyes she may possess Swaying back and forth she aims and smiles Mesmerized I call out in a ping-pong trance She glares that special gaze in my direction My girl means everything to me Put down the guns my dearest if you please