Im not a gnarly drama queen in ways
Id swipe a knife at puppet strings that jerk
A puppet parasites of guts obeys
The hollow hosts are boys theyre prone to lurk
I noticed hed acquired a novel quirk
A public hug that felt a feeble shrug
I worked through motions modified to irk
I shouldered baggage luxury to lug
I love to death a little pink arsed pug
I mention him owed love at least as much
I cuddle him at herb tea do as drug
The mummys boy inclined to loss of crutch
I reckon hell adjust to what I wish
Eat worming pill I put on dinner dish
Chorus wish desire fancy
