Saturday, September 29, 2007

Shit Quarto

I think it’s time for chains
You may get disgusted

Gay kids go underground
“What is wurst? ”

All fats are bursting
And your parents went all over your eye

One molten place,
The Prince’s Lake

Soot outside, a Polish jumpbox

Plastic saxophone
A gala from Jesse James

Baby, from your sweetlets
Honey doesn’t want

Your snarl

One sweet kid hanging from your sweetlets