I want you to beat me lifeless.
leave me drowning in my own fluids watching my life
drip down the stage of the Clear Channel venue.
No funeral but a well written obituary with a preface by Dr. Oz.
Tell my children of the necessary Health Secrets they could use to their advantage.
Blast low quality, bass heavy music out of your 1993 Toyota Corolla and pour out a bottle of Tamarind Flavor Jarritos soda imported from just over the Mexican/American border.
A good representative of cow skulls and underage sex.
I need a for me