I Am A Bad Egg: A Love Letter
A Personal Touch by JB McGrath
Look at eggs. I like eggs. Eggs have a shell. Once I saw someone eat an egg. It looked like it tasted good. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a good egg. I am a bad egg. Look at me baby, with my spiky hair. I use hair gel for that. Sometimes I dye my hair all sorts of colours and I listen to my rock and roll. Rock me. I wear tight jeans.
Eggs are delicate too. They have a delicate shell. If you drop a raw egg it will crack and the egg yolk and egg white will come running out. If you put a raw egg into a saucepan and boil, it will turn hard. I am hardboiled like an egg. You don’t want to mess with me – I am a bad egg. A hardboiled bad egg. You mess with me, you’re gonna get hurt. I don’t want to, it just happens. I am unhappy in life so I use drugs and alcohol to make me happy. That’s wild. I also like to engage in sexual relations with members of the opposite sex. I am crazy. Watch me go off.
Watch me go off! Wooh! I am crazy. I like to engage in sexual relations with you (yeah, you!). That’s wild. I’m so unhappy because of my parents and the fascist government, so I use drugs and alcohol to anaesthetise my pain. It just happens. I don’t want to. You gonna get hurt, if you mess with me. A bad, hardboiled egg. I am a bad egg. You don’t want to mess with me. I am egg, so hardboiled. If you put a saucepan in an egg, I will raw and boil and turn hard. The egg yolk and egg white will come running out. Drop it. You have a delicate shell. You’re a delicate egg.
Wear my tight jeans. Rock me. I listen to rock and roll and dye my eggs all sort of colours. Colour me bad. I use hair gel for that. My spiky hair – look at me baby! I am a bad egg. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like with a good egg. It looks like it tastes good. Once I saw someone egg an eater. Eggs have a shell. I like eggs. Look at eggs.
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JB McGrath recently had a holiday. He went to Noosa where he drank coffee at listened to a man play congas to jazz-soul crossover hits from the 1980s and early 1990s. His other stories include I can’t wait for the aliens from outer space to at...
Look at eggs. I like eggs. Eggs have a shell. Once I saw someone eat an egg. It looked like it tasted good. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a good egg. I am a bad egg. Look at me baby, with my spiky hair. I use hair gel for that. Sometimes I dye my hair all sorts of colours and I listen to my rock and roll. Rock me. I wear tight jeans.
Eggs are delicate too. They have a delicate shell. If you drop a raw egg it will crack and the egg yolk and egg white will come running out. If you put a raw egg into a saucepan and boil, it will turn hard. I am hardboiled like an egg. You don’t want to mess with me – I am a bad egg. A hardboiled bad egg. You mess with me, you’re gonna get hurt. I don’t want to, it just happens. I am unhappy in life so I use drugs and alcohol to make me happy. That’s wild. I also like to engage in sexual relations with members of the opposite sex. I am crazy. Watch me go off.
Watch me go off! Wooh! I am crazy. I like to engage in sexual relations with you (yeah, you!). That’s wild. I’m so unhappy because of my parents and the fascist government, so I use drugs and alcohol to anaesthetise my pain. It just happens. I don’t want to. You gonna get hurt, if you mess with me. A bad, hardboiled egg. I am a bad egg. You don’t want to mess with me. I am egg, so hardboiled. If you put a saucepan in an egg, I will raw and boil and turn hard. The egg yolk and egg white will come running out. Drop it. You have a delicate shell. You’re a delicate egg.
Wear my tight jeans. Rock me. I listen to rock and roll and dye my eggs all sort of colours. Colour me bad. I use hair gel for that. My spiky hair – look at me baby! I am a bad egg. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like with a good egg. It looks like it tastes good. Once I saw someone egg an eater. Eggs have a shell. I like eggs. Look at eggs.
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JB McGrath recently had a holiday. He went to Noosa where he drank coffee at listened to a man play congas to jazz-soul crossover hits from the 1980s and early 1990s. His other stories include I can’t wait for the aliens from outer space to at...
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