happiness is a warm gun

sure, i’ll write a poem for you

(mmmm)
hey baby
oh damn
(gasp moan)

you should probably know
(oh yeah right there)
how putrid i find
men who private message me on facebook
to tell me how horny they are

that’s right
stupid tacky fuck
you made my pussy dry up

what do i want to do to you?
nothing
but maybe a restraining order
and a spiky heel kick to the cock