Friday, January 30, 2009

Use your words use your words use your words use your words use your words use your words use your words use your words use your words

For the love of any god, goddess and the poor people who live next
door, on top of us and below us would you please just stop the crying
screaming kicking and tossing around while you grunt and moan and sob
and just tell me how to make whatever the hell it is better???

PS: for Mothers day this year I would like the following.......

1 comment:

Marinka said...

oh, I remember that stage. I still have a straightjacket that I wore back then.