if you at least thought i was a nice guy

it'd be easier to live without your blueberry pie

that's why i have to try

to find a way to cry

into your Kleenex

like a phoenix

i'm rising

your biscuits that are prizing

my blue ribbons are surprising

when i always expect the worse

i think i'm cursed

to be alone for life

with no girl to help me hold the engagement knife

to cut the wedding cake

i'll eventually break

into pieces

cause every guy needs Reese's Pieces

to survive



love,

howard