got me fired up like a cannon ball and dry out like a squeezed scrawny fart. dancing on my brain like a horny mare, shattering my synapses with its huge pointed hoofs.
took me to the end of my rope, left me dangling there like a used soil malodorous underwear, scorching under a torrid, blistering sun of shame. cursing the day I sold It my soul for dimes, not bullying my way for that big ever-green dollars that I`m so deserving.
there I go again..
