the veranda

another day,
another visit
another boy with blue hair
or green whatever anyhow
and then the two drunks
who think that know everything about love
i hope i scare the hell out of you
i am glad that i do
i feel bad for who you are to me
because you are such a baby
and you didn't mean it
i don't care
because you let me down
watch your words when they're so full of shit
they'll come right back to bite you
too bad for all of you
who will bear the brunt of their damage
in any event
to you
a big fuck you