If You Squint, It's Mint
Written by Ash Wednesday
If you squint it's mint
Something I've noticed while being perfectly imperfect.
But what can I say when every word you think is gospel and a required requiem.
Holy fuck, do you hear yourself sometimes
How ridiculous you can be
How much a catch you in all your lies
How you tell on yourself constantly all the time
I think its entertaining
And I am likely mildly invested this time.
But not interested in what your selling
This is boring
I know myself more now and she is fucking petty
She is fucking furious
She is just demanding more
I think you know what and who I am talking about
So here, I'll open the door
To trigger you into your awakening
I think you would like to go home with us
Soon don't worry a few more sad stories
We need to get you fucking cooked
Dude I am so sorry for the confusion
I thought you knew
Ya just seemed like you knew
You talked the talk but you weren't feeling great
I've been trying to get a hold of you
But my telepathy has been a bit of a lot better
I am teaching my daughter to never entertain men like you ever
You're welcome to come over
But I like your place better
You turn to me and one night before we head up to bed " If you squint, it's mint."
I'll just laugh and look at you blankly
You expected a fresher reaction?
"Try courting me with lemons next time", I responded
" I am so lucky and lost in your eyes, what are you trying to sell me again!?"
- Ash Wednesday