Russell Brand wrote this, and I like it
Feed Me
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'All them girls...'
(pause)
'You must be like a kid in a sweet shop,'
He said.
I pondered.
If you were a kid in a sweet shop,
The first half hour would be nice.
Mmmmmmmmm sweets you'd think, Delicious!
You'd cram caramel into your lusty gut
Scoff toffees and gobble choc drops
Yielding to the spirit of Bacchus.
You'd gorge on sherbert mountains
And guzzle fizzy pop lagoons.

But in the moon's glare when
The sweet shop bristled
With hollow lonely clicks
You'd sqwirm

Dull looming jars. Bereft of treats.
Floor strewn with curly whirly corpses,
Like a Columbine on Wonka's factory floor,
Slaughtered oopma loompas twitching by the counter.
Then the demons would come.
You'd paw the indifferent glass, cold like Spandau walls
'What wouldn't I give for a sprout'
you'd mutter as you died of diabetes.
He reflected; 'Still, all them girls...'
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Tue 9 Mar 2010, 14:39, Reply)