what are we doing here?
what...
are we doing here?
we're here to find
how far you'll climb
a malaprop.
it's the word "love".
you've utilized
and abused in error.
an admirer
who doesn't care.
we'll call the cops
if you don't tell the truth.
you've belly flopped
against her youth.
we'll put your ass
on Bullshitter
Death Row,
White Boy.
enjoy.
uh oh.
when she's not with me,
i feel like i'm living in shit.
project your perils on me
and i'll show you the love of a fist.
i've been climbing this mountain,
a clever analogy,
and the wisdom behind it
has saved me from
catastrophe.
i wanna climb
the shorter length
of her spine
with my fine
ass face.
put my lips
on her neck,
give pecks
so feral
it cures all
the contagion
that erupt in
my station.
assassination
out of love for
your better half.
i need you, Lady.
why the hell you think I'm climbing
up purple mountains?
your Majesty,
you keep me grinding.
disoriented.
these mountains grow so rapidly.
i'll climb forever
if that's what this needs.
i know
what I'm doing here.
looking awfully sweaty
through the next
calendar year.
climbing with purpose
for the one i hold dear.