Slay Ride

slay-ride

Just hear those fuel pumps priming

Splish splash sploshing too

Come on its lovely fuelling

On a slay ride together with you

Those tears are falling

And you keep saying “Boo hoo!”

Come on its your devaluing

When I need that fuel from you

Your cheeks are nice and rosy

And your nose is bleeding too

But I’ll pretend I’m sorry

Even after I’ve hit you

Please don’t leave me now

I’ll change and I’ll come through

Because I become nothing

When I am without your fuel

I’ve got some lovely mud here

Which I’m going to smear

All over your reputation

Because you are no longer here

You’ve betrayed me again

And walked out of the door

So that’s why I’m telling everybody

That you are a total whore

 

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5 thoughts on “Slay Ride”

  1. HG:

    “Because I become nothing
    When I am without your fuel”

    That’s a bad self talk, which result in causing a low self esteem. Said JJ the psychologist.

    HG, you are absolutely something, with or without fuel!

  2. HG
    This is so clever. Thank you.
    Whatever is happening to spark your creativity is a good thing. I love to discuss the creative process and creative-idea-inspiration with others. My creativity is stimulated by other creative people.

    Having said that, there’s bound to be a nefarious element to yours, so I don’t think I want to know.

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  4. Now, that just made me laugh out loud.
    You’re a stinker, HG… a talented one, but a little stinker nonetheless.

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