The Rambling Book: A Potpourri of Poetry, Song Lyrics and Short Stories by Stephanie Blanchard

s*x Sex sells, That is Why I used it, As the first word of This poem Please Don't Give Up Please know This: If sometimes it feels as though Death is the Better Option Know that it is not You will not be reunited with your deceased loved ones, Not your Gramma, not your Mama, Not your Dad Instead, you will be separating yourself from those on Earth That love you Your real friends love you More than you could ever know They need to be on this Earth for their families As do you If you die, you are separating Yourself from them untill the next life She would cry herself to sleep every night If you were to die She doesn't know you very well, But she knows you are her soulmate He would cry himself to sleep every night If you were to die He doesn't know you very well, But he knows you are his soulmate Sex sells, but don't trade your soul for it Artistic integrity is the stuff of Tantric Ecstasy Leave cheating woman alone You don't want the energies of Her conquests intermingling with your Beautiful Soul Sex sells, but don't trade your soul for it Artistic integrity is the stuff of Tantric Ecstasy Leave cheating men alone You don't want the energies of His conquests intermingling with your Beautiful Soul Sex sells, but a good woman knows her soul and your soul Are worth more Sex sells, but a good man knows his soul and your soul Are worth more So much fun So much more Have a great time Your love I adore, But don't come back to me If you're messing with Demons Even if you're demonic too, Baby Because I am too, Baby Because I am too Sex sells, That is Why I used it, As the first word of This poem Please Don't Give Up Please know This: If sometimes it feels as though Death is the Better Option Know that it is not Not even close, So Don't sell yourself short Don't cut your life short You will do ok, Baby, Because so are you... ...and so am I Sex Sell Because..... Sex sells And you're so sexy, Baby So live, Sexy Demons