Treasure Island

Venus Lanaux

(January 2,1977 / upstate NY)

Ghetto Love


When you told me that you loved me, I didn't know what to say
I squirmed and I struggled, but I couldn't get away
I met you just a month ago
And I thought it'd be fun to turn you out
So I broke your back and curled your toes
And then I meant to bounce
But I let you pin my legs all up in the air
And I let you grope me and even pull my hair
I freaked you like nobody's business...
What can I say? I only give my best.
I bent over backwards and made your body numb
When I left you, you were asleep and sucking your thumb
Say you love me if it makes you happy
But in reality, I'll never love you
I just wanted some bootie...
And, now, SHORTY, we're through!

Submitted: Monday, May 17, 2010
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