Baker's Dozen

Mood- Overcome

Ruminate in this,
Two shits is what I could give,
Time is what I need.

Mood- Powerful

Ultimate texter,
The Kick has appointed me,
My life is complete.

Mood- Accomplished

We won the damn war,
Because you’re beat and worn out,
Kiss our fucking heart.

Mood- Ecstatic

I’m over you tool,
Take a hint or two faggot,
You’re yesterday’s news.

Mood- Instructional

The Unit you’re called,
Do not lead the poor girls on,
A show-er you’re not.

Mood- Attractive

The hottest intern,
Is my role at Headquarters,
Productive? I’m not.

Mood- Proud

I lather and rinse,
Massage with soft touch and style,
These hands are golden.

Mood- Envy

Jealousy I feel,
Love does not strike me often,
Thrice a week for you.

Mood- Humored

Seventy percent?
Certainly impossible,
Vert is not your friend.

Mood- Pathetic

Rockstars you are called?
Fashionable you may think,
Your prime time has past.

Mood- Developed

Let’s all be adults,
All the rubbers were brought forth,
Is he too mature?

Mood- Awkward

I want you up here,
Why are you mistaken dear?
I thought I was clear.

Mood- Forgetful

Hammered like always,
You tend to forget the size,
Your cooter reminds.

In Heart We Trust <3.