Moms

All these Moms from Beatrice are getting Facebook, and it's really starting to creep me out.  

I guess they have a right to have Facebook.

I guess I just hear the gossip train clucking down those high rails.  

I guess something in me snapped and I'm full of fight and fire.

"Go away, Moms, this is not your domain."

If you see me ripping something or someone to shreds later just tell me I did good good good, like a puppy, and I'll wag my tail and be on my way.