blah blah blah,
I almost got hit by a car.
two of the three gals
I love the most
are married now,
so what do I do now?
the other one,
the main one,
doesn't want anything to do with me,
blocks me at every turn,
and she is the one I love the most.
and so I splash in the bath,
getting fat and hating hit chicks who smoke weed,
because they used to turn me on
but now they just make me mad or sad.
blah blah blah,
six more martins and I may die.