Hopefully you get sugar and water,
hopefully there isn't too
much blood
on
the
dance floor,
but
you'll probably just learn to suck on a lemon for a long time.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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There's always blood on the dance floor when I'm around.
ReplyDeleteHey, I'm always optimistic for lemonade.
ReplyDeleteI would like to receive this as a card. :-) Inappropriate, perhaps, but something about it made me laugh.
ReplyDeletePearl
I'm a sucker for posts like this! Quick and quirky.
ReplyDelete..hence i avoid the dance floors..and i make great lemonade.
ReplyDeleteYou are a witty one!!
When you get lemons, make lemonade. Add lot's of vodka...
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