Seven Days To Dream Think
Seven Days To Dream Think
My week to speak exactly what I think
To sink my teeth into a thick steak that’s pink
My week to tell everyone I hate that they really stink,
To tell the crazy one’s to go tell that crap to their shrink.
My week to skate around like a
Disco superstar at a roller rink.
To walk around purring at people wearing nothing but my mink.
My week to slinky slink, slink, slink.
To show people I have a lot of kink.
My week to be famous for words of luster ink.
To give all of the handsome men a wink.
My week to have the biggest glass of wine to drink.
If only it was my week.
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
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