stories

Most people think to much I'm usually one of them Except for times when I should In those moments I like to tell myself stories Like when I lose my boyfriend In a shitty part of town Instead it's an epic tale Of my one true love Who has been snatched away by bar trolls And they have him suspended Seventeen stories high Above a boiling, yeasty brew In a great, cavernous underground chamber And I have to battle Through waves of garishly painted banshees Haha, but I have disguised myself Painted up, like one of them Drat! They've caught me! I always forget to wear more brown! But darlin... Babydoll... Ashley! Here's your drink... Oh yea...thanks