Sunday, February 12, 2012

I'm Thinkin' Boutchu' Yo

I'm thinking about you like soap thinks about my pinky toe named Jimmy. Like soap thinks about being dropped in a prison shower. Like prisoners think about not having freedom. Like freedom doesn't think about Obama. Oh, did I say that? Whoops...
I'm thinking about you like a train thinks about being derailed. Like rainchecks think about being cashed in. Like cash thinks about hoes. Like hoes think about pimps. Like a pimp thinks about a raincheck.
I'm thinking about you like plaid thinks about corduroy. Like Corduroy thinks about children's books. Like a child doesn't think about getting cancer at the age of 2, going through months of chemotherapy, being bald, and wondering why they're different.
I'm thinking about you like a Glock thinks about a SIG. Like an Alien thinks about SIGourney Weaver.
I'm thinking about you like a kiss thinks about herpes. Like herpes thinks about mass destruction. Like mass destruction thinks about Chernobyl, or Hiroshima, or The Two Towers, or my conscience.
I'm thinking about you like E.T. thinks about being Asian. Thank you, thank you.
*takes a bow*

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