sits a dog with a bone.
A laptop on mute,
a bitchy text on the phone.
search the web for some dirt,
find out what you can
a little knowledge can’t hurt…
The fire is roaring, and my nostril is raw.
You’re reading the newspaper,
and I’m quietly checking out your ass…
I spend a lot of time looking at that ass of yours,
and sometimes, when you’re bending over in front of me,
I think you know that…
It’s important that I always eat before burning my nostril, because it’s a fact that I won’t feel hungry for several hours afterwards. I’ll burn alot of energy after the sting, so the last thing I want is to start looking like a skeleton with skin. . . That would give my naughty little secret away. . .