truth

Men are pigs.
What can you do?
I’m giving up!
I said I’m through!
Carnal pleasures are way too much trouble.
From now on I’ll live in my own little bubble.
But wait! Oh no! There he comes
And my head gets light and my heart beats like a drum.
With lips so pink, and eyes so blue,
I sit and slowly turn to goo
And even though I feel like I’m going to spew,
We sit and talk, and talk and sit.
I love you my blue-haired Brad Pitt!