driving from a bar
blowing a star
From her, fat is far
she keeps it in a jar
if you fuck with her she will be happy to spar
One halloween she was an astronaut wearing mylar
She probably isn't a fan of Terri Garr
She'd cover her in tar
She could start a war
I'm out of ar!
Tamar
(this shitty poem was brought to you by my insomnia)
