All I want is love...
Say it.
All I want is the world...
Wrap it.
Not to cry anymore...
Kleenex.

But, there's three problems.

Of love...you don't speak.
The world...you don't know your backyard.
Not to cry...Kleenex HELL! ! !

Get me four king-size comforters,
Two bottles of vodka,
Carton of cigarettes...and
A one-way ticket to Montego Bay.

And if you ever learn
To make a bow,
After I'm gone...
Stick it on your ass.

elysabeth faslund

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sweet-thang-needs-sugar-humor/