MAma tell me something nice... |
i use the excuse of "being an artist" far too much. |
1. Damn you for throwing down the government
2. Damn you for being so darn deep
3. Damn you for not being here to share this glorious moment of final unpacking and spastic dancing to Calabria
Oh damn thee who remains in the absence of thy one and only
One, Two, Three fruit filled plastic toxicants that await to blockus
the cockus that squats in the fridge
squatting and trotting in these fields of unborn mysteries
Oh please enter again with the fumes of beauty that shall serve as the cure to this pain gushing heartburn
The clock lays down the mighty hand and alas
now comes the time to glue my eyes to these pages as I sink away next to scruff Magruff
Feed the bull a shoe and call it a day.
Cheese, milk, kisses, and sugar lumps.
Your dearest,
Mama tell
