Mood: Wicked
Drinking: Liquid
If I love you
chances are
you’ll soon be experiencing
a violent act of God.
A falling maple tree will crush your red Camaro.
Basketball-sized hail will obliterate your new roof.
Half a hill will cannonball right down into your swimming pool.
An unexpected tornado will (Poof!) disapparate your Shih Tzu.
If I love you
Lady Luck
will certainly
take her leave.
Expect to start by breaking a nail at least once a day.
Soon your lover will take back his grandmother’s ring.
Your boss will decide you’re all wrong for your job and
your creditors will hire the ATF (Blam!) to break down your front door.
If I love you
honey, it’s sad
but true – the End is near
and it’s coming for you.
It’s all over now but the crying.
The only question left for you is: Silver urn? Or casket?
Better pick one real quick and tease your blonde hair real high.
It’s the last thing you’ll get to do (Wail!) before you die, die, die!
But wait…
If I hate you
it might all
be ok.
It’s the least I can do.
Set aside the Golden Rule and
start practicing the philanthropy
of misanthropy – just for you!
So if someday you wonder why
I don’t like you, well,
I hope now you’ve understood…
It’s really all for your own good.
-Lo, who’s feeling the need for a little black humor today.
LaDonnaWitmer 