Aerial

DESPERADO He tatted a cobra on the back of his head Wannabe Puerto Rican Banger boy I fed Blood flowed crimson Niagara He died and I gave him viagara Rocket up He told me he'd suffocate me in my sleep If I didn't play nice or house or undercover While promising chocolates and roses Cursing my minions and tossing barbs Told me I was nuttier than squirrel shit And there's pills to cure it I left him in December just after Christmas A belated gift to myself I pledged The worst I've ever gotten I'd love nothing more than to wrap him up With a fancy bow and label Just to rip him open like they did his neck Desperado come to your senses Have a cup of coffee on me Even the devil needs to drink You told me so in a love letter 10/10/13