The Hots

i got a ghostly mostly moist handful of you i got a mind that's top heavy with you it spills over with you leaks you I pant like a Parisian poodle for you my baggy saggy heart is packed to the hilt with you my soggy boggy parts pine for you you told me to go to hell and i went for a while but came back with a picture of you tattooed all over my eyes and there were hot flames under my hots for you also my burning boots and socks this day i dedicate to my loss of control my needy desperateness my unrestraint my ill-advised madcap rash and heedless love i celebrate you and the fact that you don't give a damn for me maybe you will come around change your low opinion of me shoot the breeze with me so for now dearest please put down that shotgun