Yap, Yap, Yap
by Lewis Carter
Monday, November 18, 2002
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Rubbing salt in an open wound,
like Saturday morning's looney tunes.
You need no guide to know they're on
like clicking the radio to hear a song.
If you had a clock you could set it by,
the times she thought I told a lie.
Hiding something in an open field,
suddenly has mass appeal.
Three bags in three states in under an hour.
something to clean the blood and a sponge to scour.
Tape for her mouth, double thick
I do kind of like her, so I'll make it quick.
I'll tell her family she ran away.
She walked in on me the other day.
I'll take the guff from her mom and son,
but at least her bitchin's done.