Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps,
cross eyed mosquitoes, and bowlegged ants.
I come before you to stand behind you,
to tell you something I know nothing about,
Falling from the sky
coming in masses and blanketing the land
frosting the window panes with your unique shapes
so much like people no two the same
Broken lil Butterfly
your wings are torn
your antenna have snapped
your body's been stitched
Sweet, Hot, Decadent
it goes straigh to my head.
Delicious, Smooth, Creamy.
So sinful but so tempting