you're pretty when i'm drunk
you're pretty win i'm drunk
and i'm pretty fucking drunk
the end.

go back away.
come back today.
you're kinda gay.
that's not true.

i'm trying to write a poem
about how i feel
but stacey keeps fingering the keyboard
and i have to hit delete too often
i love stacey

stacey needs counseling
she says this is not a poem
she is a bitch