dear rush rush diary,
a jig or a jug- she will pull out the rug- and then she will roll away. i will laugh as the father delivers his mass and you, dear sir, are the ass of the day. forever you will be remembered as the one who surrendered to someone who controlled your mind. i took no part in rescuing your heart- i bolted and left you behind. take that as a lesson- your many transgressions and tuck them deep inside your closets- board up the doors and secure them tightly and be sure to check their security nightly. for you never know when those skeletons may rise to haunt you in your present- look down at the rug and give yourself a big hug- a jig or a jug- it may be time for you to roll away.
a jig or a jug- she will pull out the rug- and then she will roll away. i will laugh as the father delivers his mass and you, dear sir, are the ass of the day. forever you will be remembered as the one who surrendered to someone who controlled your mind. i took no part in rescuing your heart- i bolted and left you behind. take that as a lesson- your many transgressions and tuck them deep inside your closets- board up the doors and secure them tightly and be sure to check their security nightly. for you never know when those skeletons may rise to haunt you in your present- look down at the rug and give yourself a big hug- a jig or a jug- it may be time for you to roll away.
