My Cardboard Balcony

Candy Canes by Belinda Roddie Now, these candy canes go to Bobby and Jill, who will hang them up on the Christmas tree. And these candy canes go to Connie and Will, who will lick them until all their colors bleed. And these candy canes stay in boxes and bins, 'cause we always purchase too many of them.

You're not gonna get your way with me. No, not with that shitty attitude. Not with that temper and that perspective on who I am, and not with that greasy sneer dragged across your face. I am not interested in your diatribes; I am not going to listen to your excuses. You can pack everything up in one or two bags and get out - you don't get a second chance with me. Hell, you shouldn't have even gotten one.