Bite Me, No No No More...You'Ll Make Me Sore. Poem by Michael Gale

Bite me...
Bite me fast.
Bite me hard and make it last.
Bite me behind the counter...
Bite me and make me yell louder.
Bite me and and spread the blood...
Bite me and reveal the blood too red.
You did not bite me, and so good bye...
I'll poke you in the eye and hope you die.
If you kiss me off will i, rip your lip...
No! no! , no more slobber, no death grip, i'll
hurt you so bad-you'll become a crip!
03-07-2006'.