Warning: strong language. Reader discretion advised.
How did it go for you?
(All the Bronies smokin’ ponies in the NYC)
I meant to ask earlier
(Hands all in, don’t play with me)
Something suddenly came up
(Too busy wankin’ it for stardom —
It’s kinda sick, what I do for this shit)
You understand me, right?
(Babe, I still got that love-bruise —
Blue, black, yellow, green — no sign of white)
The problem’s unsolvable
(Puzzle pieces clear the deck —
We in for a peck of trouble)
Let’s just agree to disagree!
(Bitch I ain’t even up in yo’ turtleneck,
Your Kool-Aid stank is whack)
You know I still love you, though
(Shove it up the a-s-s, you tried to front with a professional)
Just keep your distance
(Don’t worry, I’m onto you —
Can’t bother with baggage, and I got heaps)
And burn our memories
(I see you, through the ruse —
That’s why you’re still my muse)
Let’s just stay cool
(The fire’s undeniable, can’t stop the rain for the thunder)
(And groove on)
© Jane Bled 2016-2018
All Rights Reserved.
Brea, I am going to smoosh you with my pent-up love when at last we reunite. Smoooosh.