Friday, September 28, 2012

Go the F to Sleep, bitchy stupid face


Twatty is having trouble sleeping tonight. It's hard to lay down your bitchy stupid face when your blood pressure is so high.  We wrote her a bedtime story.  


go the fuck to sleep bitchy stupid face

The warriors nestle close to their hovels now. 
The she wolves have laid down with their mace. 
You’re cozy and warm in your bed, my dear.
Please go the fuck to sleep bitchy stupid face.


The windows are dark in the town, child. 
Collards hits the buffet at a panther's pace. 
I’ll read you one very last book if you swear 
You’ll go the fuck to sleep bitchy stupid face.


The tards who cry foul  are at rest 
And the creatures who crawl, run, and pace. 
I know you’re not thirsty. That’s bullshit. Stop lying. 
Lie the fuck down, my darling, and sleep bitchy stupid face.


The wind whispers what a fucktard you are, hon. 
The words you cannot erase. 
It’s been thirty-eight minutes already. 
Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Go to sleep bitchy stupid face.
 

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