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