i don't like talking to you

I don't like talking to you,

because you never say anything cool,

you want a big breakthrough,

but you only see from one point of view.

that's why you will be like Napoleon in the Battle of Waterloo.

i don't wanna talk to you,

cause your face makes me wanna puke.

the slightest glimpse of your hideous face,

will make me wanna slam it in a bookcase,

that thing you call face,

belongs in the darkest deepest space.

but i have no choice but to keep the conversation going, 

so that i can keep the weed coming,

and that i can keep stoning. 

i know this sounds ridiculous,

but i'm just such meticulous,

and you will never ever be suspicious,

because you only have a brain of an Australopithecus.

The day will come,

when i hide your body in a drum,

while i'm whistling and chewing a bubble gum.

Everyone will now know that you are a scum.

After that I will say hip hip hooray and take an off day,

while waiting for you to start decay,

i'll sit back in my comfy chair and have a souffle,

a glass of Cabernet with some Cold Play,

such a weird combination, but hey,

i love it that way.

from yours truly,

Joy