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PUDDLE IN MY MONKEYPANTS

Five minutes later, Willow's shooing Miss Kitty off the bed,
And following her, leaving her nightclothes
And the ferrets in the cuddle puddle.
The only fires I start are in the hearts and loins of the
Petrol puddle Papa Roach wrote,
It only appears watertight because your floating in it
And when they leave you still reflexively close
And lock the bathroom door behind a liquid/smoke based diet.

"I mock you with my monkey pants!"

And you know, the monkey's just
Trying not to melt into a fucking puddle,
Tamales long gone but the spicy sting still
Hippo dignity!