Lemons and Assholes

Lyn Blue

Fri, 07/31/2009 - 09:24

Love doesn't hurt. People hurt. And I'm tired of being that person. Did I give out a hall pass to be an asshole? Seems my log thinks it's PE and I'm the basket - slam dunk!! I walk through the door - I get nothin'. Where are my ladies at tonight? Do you feel me? What's up with, "Can you bring me a glass of lemonade?" Get up off your LAZY ass and get your own fucking glass of lemonade. For fuck's sake! I got your lemons right here! L-E-M-O-N-S!!!! They're small and juicy, and I'll throw in the sugar free. But you wouldn't know that, would ya? You don't ever SEE them in action. You don't want the real sugar. You want your fake shit. You want your artificial shit.

This town is too small and I'm still drowning in it. Stupid big handbags and hair everywhere. People run around eatin' chicken fried steak like it's going out of style. they even eat frog legs here - backwoodafied dumb asses. Like there's not enough food on the planet for that. I'm just sick.. sick and tired of no one caring, listening... sick of me not caring enough to try to make them... sick of myself now that I think of it. I wish love didn't exist and I didn't know how much it-- SUCKS!!! I think this whole town is a lemon. Nothing works.

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