"Rapunzle Rapunzle, let down your hair," Christian carries on without a bug in his stare. 

"I don’t want to be employed, this is not fair," a fart leaves his tummy.

"Pipe down my hair," he yells back at her. She thinks she's so funny. 

 

"I never said I would apply to work for you," said something short lived. 

"I never said I would do anything with you. 

But think…..

Where are you going with this? 

You want to touch yourself again. 

You want to enjoy it. 

Come out

Be a whore. 

I know you want more." 

 

A boar named Christianity said but he was much too right to do something wrong again. All he knew was that it was half past 9 and he was feeling just fine without any crazy women in his bed, super coon and undressed. 

 

“Life’s but a dream when you don’t need to search for a queen,” he encourages himself to dream. 

 

When roller coasters are everything and anything is something to feel alive again. I wonder what she meant by minding my time?

 

"As if I need time to rhyme," she thought to herself.