I want my rib back.

"I want my rib back"

Everytime I hear mention of her name its like Goliath rang me out like a wet towel,
It twists and turns my spine,
And no its not fine,
Because her name brings one of the worse feelings in the world to my mind.

And sight of her is much worse,
Not as pleasurable as medusa's "turn into stone" curse,
Hers is more like a "slide your heart down a cheese graider" curse.

I take that back,
It doesn't feel that good.

Her sight is more like,
An attractive disaster,
Like walking into the most beatiful but fatal tornado you've ever seen.

And my rib cage sings,
A wonderful symphony and,
Cries and sorrows knowing that the rib that was taken from me and adam was turned into something like her.

I've never been so confused in my entire life,
Because in all honestly she's beautiful completely,
She used to complete me,
Now she compete's with satan to spiritually defeat me.

And quite frankly, I think she's got him out numbered,
So imagine how doomed my heart is,
She's the opposite of an artist,
She does ugly things on accident,
Because its just in her design.

I feel like if you asked this misfit,
What she wants for christmas,
She'll reply "I want the mark of the beast inserted in both wrists.

Along with the wardrobe of a tribe of masons,
Complexion of a gargoyle,
And a death mask with interchangable faces."

She's simply evil,
But simply perceived as,
Eyes, theighs and ass,
Guys have died in ash
And burning inferno's,
just to get inside her internal
Sexual burn hole
But only to come out with 3rd degree burns internally,
And scared for life for all of eternity.

How could something so sacraficial as a man's rib that in it self is a blessing from God,
Turn into something as evil as a temple that holds her thoughts at large.

I wish God will take her back,
And cast her away into the furthest lake of fire known to the universe,
And after he does that,
I want my rib back,
I want a 2nd chance at a 2nd glance at a woman created from my rib that,
Is from heaven this time,
And not a fallen angel with a pointy tail comming out of her behind.

I want my rib back.


END.

Cupid is a terrorist

"Cupid is a Terrorist"


Seein her was like hitting the lottery,
Cupid didn't shoot me with his arrow,
He pulled out an AK and slaughtered me.
He ripped out my heart and handed it to her along with my artery,
And punctured my lung so breathing regularly is hard to me.

And if that's not enough he disabled my vocabulary,
With the exception of 3 words.
So not only do I studdar like nervous nerds,
But I'm blank for adjectives and verbs,
And all I can say is "I love you" for our very first words.

And normally my eyes are brown,
But he also ripped out my pupils and replaced them with red hearts,
And instead of hip-hop instrumentals in my head I hear harps.

Cupid altered my route from LA transit line,
To cloud 9,
With a sign, that read "maximum capacity 2 persons"... her and I.

But I don't really mind,
Because it would be an understatement to state that she's fine.
And the mindstate that's in line,
With me and her to me is just fine.

And thanks to cupid he got me squashing my own grapes just to make her a home made glass of wine.

I look at her so deeply that I can't help but have glossy eyes,
And I know it may sound psycho but sometimes I cry,
Because cupid got me on her so tough that if she needed a body part I would definately donate mine.

The sad thing is its only 11am and I've only known her since 9,
But these past 2 hours have been the time of my life,
And to any other woman that walks by I have blind eyes.

Isn't cupid great!?,
And thanks to him I'll probably lose my job, car and home for her,
I'm in the zone for her,
I'm about to purchase a mobile home,
So wherever she moves I won't be too far from home to her.

And when she's at work I'll clean up her home for her,
Walk the dog and wash her car for her,
And maybe get a new job so I can buy a ring and by this afternoon I could get on one knee and purpose to her.

And they can pronounce us Mr and Mrs by sun down,
I feel like cupid threw me the ball,
I caught it and just scored a touchdown.

Now, all of this sounds good but I don't think its a good thing,
I just went broke, lost my mind and bought her a wedding ring,
And she don't even know my last name let alone my first one,
And I'm already thinking of baby names before she even gives birth to one.

How could cupid ruin my life like this,
And make me live a life like this,
He bruised and cut my heart up with his knife and fist,
And added my name to a sheet of paper that reads "the poor pathetic soul list".

Damn cupid is a terrorist.

END.