Donuts and Karma...A Dish Better Served HOT.
I've got a little donut maker
I've had it now, for years.
I rarely ever use it
but tonight, my little dears,
I'm going to make a lovely batch
of donuts just for me.
Powdered sugar, lemon glazed,
and everything in between.
I'd invite you to have one too,
but I'm going to eat them all.
Every stinking one of them -
every crumbly crumb, y'all.
There'll be nothing left for anyone
and once it's done, it's done.
And I couldn't give a crap less
if you think I've come undone.
I've got a case of the Bastard Blues
and I'm feeling fucking low.
So tonight I'll stuff my face with carbs,
sugar, and merlot.
While it won't change a fucking thing,
the poem made me laugh.
But I still hope karma will come along
and take a huge bite out of his uncut dick.
Yeah. That last line doesn't rhyme but who gives a holy fuck. I've got donuts to worry about.
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I've had it now, for years.
I rarely ever use it
but tonight, my little dears,
I'm going to make a lovely batch
of donuts just for me.
Powdered sugar, lemon glazed,
and everything in between.
I'd invite you to have one too,
but I'm going to eat them all.
Every stinking one of them -
every crumbly crumb, y'all.
There'll be nothing left for anyone
and once it's done, it's done.
And I couldn't give a crap less
if you think I've come undone.
I've got a case of the Bastard Blues
and I'm feeling fucking low.
So tonight I'll stuff my face with carbs,
sugar, and merlot.
While it won't change a fucking thing,
the poem made me laugh.
But I still hope karma will come along
and take a huge bite out of his uncut dick.
Yeah. That last line doesn't rhyme but who gives a holy fuck. I've got donuts to worry about.
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