This is why you don't leave me to my own devices.

[xans]

I need. A drink.
A song rushes past my lips

I need. A drink.
Why's she so dreamy?
There must be more than this provincial life!
Just watch I am going to make Belle my wife!

I love you too, Belle
Gaston. You fool.
You're such a prat.
And gay. You fucked up Frenchman you.

Where the hell is this going?!
I need six eggs!
That's what I was remembering
But I'm thirsty so I want a drink

This doesn't make sense!
What's wrong with it?
No force! No direction! No rhyming!
I suck at rhyming.
Where the hell is this going?!

This is not exactly a poem.
It was more of a soliloquy
Well, it was until you showed up
Bite me.
Is that an invitation?

Uhhh, I'm going out. If I don't come back, avenge my death!
Avenge it? I'm going to cause it...
*squ34k!*