I'm in love with a MySpace girl
she's so extreme and lean and mean
the kind of girl you want to cuddle and
chew razorblades with while chatting about the
bell of the ball or the best way to poison
you dearest friend
she's special my Chrissie
doig cartwheels over our heads
just slow enough for the droplets
of bloody love cascading down
her ribcage to paint a fascinating horror
as lovely as a black rose with thorns
She only knows me as Johnny
and smiles and winks over internets
lines
a little tease, but I like that
she's terribly sweet in a lemon-lime
kind of way and you'd only spit her
out of your mouth to rinse
but you gotta know Chrissie's no
sissie and when the cutting comes she does
her fill and I'm delighted with her,
if just to feel the fire inside and watch the kill
from across the room,
she stalks like a panther bitch
so black you can't see her spots
and she pants so seductively I end up
panting too
Chrissie licks her cherry red lips and eats me
whole and I love it,
such a thrill, my little Chrissie,
let me eat you up.
Johnny Masuda (c) 2006