Friday, June 18, 2010
There's plenty more than sugar in it.
Don't pick hemlock by the backyard gate,
Then serve it on a china plate.
The white dust on the tarts I'm fed
Came lately from the garden shed.
I'll miss the cookies, cakes and such,
But dear, I just don't trust you much.
Another thought, another look,
I'd better fire the fucking cook.