About Kenny R.
by heather
the tension was buidling
the thought of it killing,
me,
softly,
with your song.
so you moved in
and my heart grinned,
finally the kiss....
but oh piss,
it SUCKED.
your tongue was like a freakin slug
just laying there like a dud,
and you produce WAY too much spit
alls i gots to say is ICK.
GOODBYE.