Lisa my suitemate said this about me, as to why I am an amazing suitemate.

"When I needed plastic forks, you supplied them.
When I needed cereal, I mooched it off you.
When I needed distractions from work, you were there.
When I limited porn to your room only, you obliged.
When I needed library inspiration, you played me Eye of the Tiger."

Two by two hands of blue men in suits come looking for you,

Grab a scalpel, take a mask and clasp it to your chest.

Smell of lies and speak of truth,

Visits to the fountain of youth.

Turning a no one into a winner,

Trimming the fat and making them thinner.

Shaping a nose and fixing an eye,

Sticking tubes straight into your thigh

Holding a needle, playing with you, here they come the hands of blue.

Wisps of hair fall in her face,

Like an Angel, gentle grace.

Fingers entwined and wrapped in lace,

A halo on her head.

Distant blonde hair within the wind,

Long long legs release no sins.

Saint, a sinner all in one,

Halo and horns my work is done.

Crimson red of blood and thorns,

Break a spell and no one mourns.

Psalms of sorrow, and smiles of joy,

For she is still the devil's toy.

Catch a snowflake, droplets of blood,

Fallen Angel lost in mud.

Days of yore and future goals,

Consuming all those many souls.

The way of a Goddess,

The ways of the dead,

All those voices inside your head.

Human hybrid, half and half,

Things to do to make you laugh.

Unbelievable things to say,

Good and evil seize the day.

Why ya want to be a mother,
your olive colored skin,
To live the life of a mother,
you're frail and getting thin.

The ice that leaves you empty,
it guides your future way,
But just to be a mother,
will save your life one day.

To feel something inside you rattling your bones,
Shake hands with baby jesus, eatin blueberry scones,
Inside the world surrounds you, pressure on your hips,
To taste the air subsiding, soft baby at your lips.

Break away the spell is over,
she hovers at your side,
You've got a friend a child,
the one whom you confide,

Your days are never numbered,
You call her angeline,
Because she is your angel,
Take off and pray, god speed.

You will forever love her,
petite paleness in your hand,
You give her kisses at night,
and join the promised land.