A Heart Full of Weinerseven tepid weiners are a sultry dishit is all mine, or so i wishbut my fate.....she is always the same...my sister stole my hot dog. totally lame.depressed, i wander for weiners todaybut all opportunities, like flies, zip awayalthough to my chest i clutch my bare palmmy heart full of weiners can never be calmmy chest beats wildly over and overto the bizzare subwoofer hum of a ford landroverthe clamour fills my ears with hideous liesbut sight tells the truth as weiners dance in my eyesnoise smacks my mind like chickens of rubberazure tears fall as i faint....my mind....becomes....blubber.....but my search is not in