It’s me, Madison, with the caterpillar lips.
It’s me hovering over candles. I’ll be
swooping into town with only a dollar
and Rumors on vinyl.
It’s me in seaweed. When I get there,
I’ll need a bath and a riot act.
I’ll need a bar crawl safari. Get me
stoned and then a drink. Move
when I howl at the throaty moon: You can
go your own way!
It’s me and my kitty named BOO.
It’s me. Oh, I’m a super horny girl too.
It’s me, the bomb.
It’s me on wheels.
It’s me to share.
After all these years,
it’s me in all my indebtedness.
(Daily Spam 11.14.11)
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