Butterflies Make Me Sick

Butterflies Make Me Sick

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Butterflies make me sick

They feed off everything.

Every

            Single

                        Tiny

                                    Little

Itty

            Bitty

Petty

            Thing.

A touch gets them going,

A kiss makes me queasy.

The whole idea’s making me uneasy.

Enough passion to make me choke,

Any more and I’m gonna boak!

Cheesy songs,

Talk of thongs,

Sleazy lines,

Many wines.

The rum’s the doctor’s cure,

Especially if you’re not sure.

Get rid of the voice inside your head

Tell ‘em to have a drink instead.

The voice commands the butterflies

When he shuts up, they all just die.

Cheesy what?

Talk of who?

I wake before dawn.

Oh God, what did I do?

© 2011


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