It just gets worse and worse, doesn't it?

My beautiful intestinal darling
You have served me well
my pain is *just* excruciating
when there's none of you left to sell

So long and sexy
Is your luscious bun
I get chronic anorexia
Just waiting in line for one

I'd never cheat on you my dear
Not with that fake out tofu crap
So do not shed a relished tear
There's only a plate of you in my lap

The only food I'd ever swallow
Is you my tasty, greasy treat.
All other boys are just too callow..
I'm the king of the lunchroom meat

Au revoir till next time my lovely twisted pork
I'll write to the lunchlady every single day
Till I get my hands on the holy fork.
Now I'm getting writers block and that's all that I can say.




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her nothingness,
~null, egocentric, insane webmistress of www.quistis-trepe.com! (shameless plug _)