Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Hung on to me like that that itch after a long shower...
I don't work to cover your ass.
I don't earn to lay the pillow before your head.
& I don't trasure your shits and smiles.
Go On with your blood suckings... You will profited my bloody blessings.
I dont deal with trash & parasites...
I just don't dwell,
I don't lay out grins,
I'm just counting on your cents,
Pity on your senses.