Cassanova

You think you're the best
Looks, bod, and all
Money to spend, a Mercedes Benz
IQ hundred and fifty four

Chicks swarming
You think you're winning
Hell, who's opposing?
but deep down you're just a chuff
I've seen it more than enuff

Life's glitz' enchanting
You figure it's never-ending
Well, lemme tell you something
It ain't gonna last till morning.


*after a night observing cassanovas in action at bangsar

Illusion

To me you're just an illusion
A friction of imagination
Dreams of the future
A silent wish endured

Things aren't confirmed
That, I'm certain
You're part of a picture
Which for now, remains unclear

To me you're just an illusion
An illusion I'd like to make real


*to my future hubby, whoever, wherever he may be

Wishes

I wish you'd just perish
Rather than taunting my memories
I wouldn't mind if you just drop dead
Somewhere in the middle of the field

Or maybe you'd choke on a bone
While savouring chicken terazone
Or dismissed from university
For failing miserably

You could sail away into horizon
With Mr. Wilson, never to return
Or captured imprisoned
For criminal conviction

I don't really care the means
Of ways you could vanish
As long as you ain't around
To wound this heart continuously.


*Just get the hell out of my life!