IM not Bitter

And adults sulk and sit alone
To pick at ever-thinning bone
In order, please, from one to three
Of sanity and memory

I hope to nothing, them in verse
Forthwith that rock and roll will be
To crud and mud the given curse
For little husbands, thinking free

She's making me the perfect man
I come to see what she has done
The cuts and ramblings of the plan
Scrape simple things and it'll run

I heart Hearst's hearse
Or head in reverse
Our villian scheme is dead
When was it jealous

Call them all my favorites too
Kris Kringle fits religious view
But they named it my favorites first
The bowl of jelly bound to burst

And adults jog alone
And memories
To pick at