Thursday, December 18, 2008

Fiscal Graffiti

Assy air rocking my mind
Mama, allow me
I'm made of cock and gravy
semen ruins
and a strange zombie, a slave of lore
no, your nachos I ate are strange
pulling your nightshirt and your horn and down
I'm your naysayer, bad sugar you take.

Winded curly Mom
I bled to feed a knife
when the good Mama bleeds take me a slice
Drop down