umpires, grist for mill towns
glug through mist to say
hey you, fat spackle!
why don't you get svelte
and learn to play, why don't you
go gather toads, or would you rather fish
in line to be kissed for first
and after that the list of who you are
will turn into a cyst
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment