"YOU WANT THIS? YOU WANT THAT?
YOU WANT SHINY OR FLAT?"
IT'S MAKING ME SEE DOUBLE VISION!
THE ANGST MAKES ME EAT,
GRABBING ANYTHING SWEET.
JUST HOPING TO EASE MY GREAT TENSION.
MY MIDDLE IS THICKER,
NOT GOOD FOR THE TICKER.
BUT WHAT THE HECK DO I CARE?
I DRINK MY RED WINE,
DOESN'T HELP THE WAISTLINE.
BUT IT KEEPS ME FROM PULLING MY HAIR!
KEEP POURING THE WINE,
IT MAKES EVERYTHING FINE!
DICISONS...........DETHISINS..........DAASHISINS!!!!!!!
Signing off for Nellie. She fell out of the chair and I had to put her to bed.
Tex
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