Some Sappy Tree Frog Love Song

Watch out now. No, by the Beatcunts. No, not in a bad way. Bluefinger on minispeak, lacks; mine are black. That's great about your life story, there. Now, where are your white walls? Don't touch me. Now, I drop to my knees and hold my hands up high to you, the international sign for pick me up; don't you hate it when they spell it out? Why won't you touch me? Scout me a wee hoor, wait that's a mirror, and I am a rhyme. I never said I was good. Even a good liar. But I won't stop trying. Yours In, In. No, not Indiana. I'll put it where and how I want. Because belligerence makes adrenaline, and we're all shaking in the swings between the stakes; where the big yellow graders roam. Im In, In. No, never, mind.