my lady should put toilet paper down as a dependent
replacing said toilet paper is a chore for me in this household
i find myself hiding a secret stash under my side of the bed in an oversized overnight bag
i have question mark withdrawal wondering what the secret society is between my lady and toilet paper
i guess it is all apart of life
i think i should start my own toilet paper brand
i wonder if i target woman from jump street, would i be an instant millionaire
instead of 1,000 sheets, i would make one with a million sheets
maybe then i would get me a safe specifically for the money i would save on toilet paper alone
if you ask me, hell naw my angel's stuff is nowhere near soft
then again, neither is mine....but a good amount of toilet paper will still remain
i now make yet another "toilet paper mountain" above the little roller thingamajig
i start the morning of my day off see what is....or what is not....left after her daily routine
i shake my head laughing....WOMEN!!!!!....what can you say.....
we will still be steady humping anyway....
Categories:
overnight bag, crazy, women,
Form: Free verse
My neighbor Jenny ran for my door
wiping bloody tears from her chin
Just like a hundred times before
Bobby was beating her again
I stared at Jenny's overnight bag
knowing she would never unpack
I gave her a rose and a wash rag
Then watched her go running back
Chorus
I tried to make her understand
Real love isn't written with blood
t's stenciled with a gentle hand
like soft petals of a rose bud
Real love isn't written with blood
I heard the fire from Bobby's gun
as Jenny neared the garden gate
She'd never see the morning sun
My gift of wisdom came too late
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
She clutched petals of a rose bud
and whispered with her last breath
Our vows weren't written with blood
You can't love somebody to death
Repeat chorus
Categories:
overnight bag, life, loss, sad, rose,
Form: Lyric