Title: Life is Bigger…
Warnings: Envy. Abuse.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica :: March 3, 1998. Yeah, so, I said something about ‘my fault’, in the last note. I wasn’t kidding. The swishy Queen Bitch, over here,
has had a thing for damsels in distress, and occasionally kicks over into ass-kicking knight in shining armour mode. Tits and chocolate frosting will no longer cause me to extract you from your shitty relationship, beat up your boyfriend, and then buy you breakfast.
You know you’re always stronger on your own
So why do you cling hopelessly to him?
Every time I see you two, I groan
I tell myself you’re really not that dim
You put up with far too much of his crap
How is it you can take so much abuse?
He deals you out a kick and then a slap
Can it be you’re really that obtuse?
I’ll kill him if he’s made threats on your life
To hinder you in throwing him away
I would love to free you from this strife
Why do you insist that you must stay?
My friend, it seems that I cannot be sure
Why you stay, when I can give you more
(Yes, me. Yes, more. AND I’M GAY, SO THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING.)