For shore, I believe I tend to drain you
because I don't actually care about the crap that you've been trying to clean off my pocketbook
Really, please, go care about someone else.
I'm putting up a store front and
trying to sell my left-over chap-sticks.
But, listen kid,,,
if you buy me business-drinks you may fare better.
Sperms spreaded by the maidflower pruned by Queen Phillip, the Spanish whore,
listen, I tshell yhio kid,
will shlay my Indyins,
y'may b'ayble to ship some of thayre pure sugarcanes back to the states.
Cage 'em, so my delicate face, reacting to the loud roar
of the deep black pitch I produce f'r ya
'r written in your damn books of truth and fiction uf non fiction discourse...
uf course 'cause th'sourceiss corrupt'd
with facilely interested forced empathy.
No comments:
Post a Comment