Love Note on the Car By Daniel S. Irwin

Sorry but I don't

Worship the ground

You walk on. And

You've got a kind of

Rank body odor that

Really kills the mood.

Whatever I saw in you

To begin with came

From lookin' at you

Through the bottom

Of a bottle. So, not

Actually meaning any

Offense, but you're

Not the dream I ever

Wanted. More like

A nightmare that

Keeps coming back.

Let's just end this

Right now. I can't

Handle upchucking

Every time we screw.

Love ya.

(P.S. I hope I put this

on the right car.)

Daniel S. Irwin, native of Southern Illinois (such as it is).  Artist, writer, actor, soldier, scholar, priest among other things.

Work published in over one hundred magazines and journals worldwide.  Has appeared in over one hundred films. 

Speaks fluent gibberish when loaded.  Not much into blowing his own horn as you are only as good as your latest endeavor.

Once turned to religion but Jesus just walked away.