you get it, don't you

there was a hole in the sky
into which i could not climb
an opening where i could not escape
there was no place in it for me to hide
but i could see it, a hole in the sky

ah, whatever

"I've done a lot of work for the community, most of it naked." That is how I plan to start my parole hearing plea. Pretty witty, I think, yet with a sense of whimsy they are sure to find enchanting. By the end of the thing, I suspect they (whoever "they" are) will be eating out of my hand, or paw, or whatever it is. I hope there are some chicks on the hearing council, or board, or whatever it is. I really like chicks, i've been in here a long time and I still really like the females. But you know, all the respect in the world to mrs. squirrel, but I have kind of been thinking that it is a shame to limit my loving to one dame. I mean, let's be honest, I am pretty special, and I do think I could please a large number of the ladies. Not only "could please," but probably, "should please." And yes, a large number, but one at a time. All sizes of the ladies, all colors of the ladies, but one at a time, because that's how this squirrel cracks it. All the deliciously soft and lusciously curvy ladies, I really could make each and every single - or married - one of them happy; slowly, then quickly, then slow again, very slow, and, i gotta go, i really gotta go.

part 2

okay this was a two part thing and this was the part one:

please, please, quit taking my stuff
i want my stuff
it is my stuff
pretty please
i did not know
i gave it away
i gave it to you
and now
i did not know
you would keep it.

and now, step forward to back into part two:

you can not have it
i do not want you to have it
and you say,
"you can not take from me
what you have not given."
and i say
"you can not give back to me
something I have not given
or you did not take from me in the first place."
and you walk away.
please, please, quit taking my stuff.