Choice Four Letters

Shoot me and take me to a horrid place
A dark, dark, dark, stormy place
And creepy crawlers tickled my thighs
a shiver, a moan, a hard slap to the wrist
And that was my trip to the cookie jar.
Cookie crumbs strewn on the kitchen floor
this will be so hard to clean, I hate cleaning
What’s more profane? Goddammit or Motherfucker?
I’ll never tell with so much soap in my mouth
Though it serves to lubricate choice four letters…
Decide without sliding
And set like the sun.
And it was all over.
The End, as My Chemical Romance says.