with artful chips
numerous dangerous
tax, that diarrhoea
derelict said "don’t grow up"
crystalbluff lapping up
big laughs hahahaha
what a wonderful translucent
time when you were
to melt away all tension.
you take your hits
monopolist
you take your hits
name us your
precious assistants
who have corridors
of medals upon medals
plagues upon plagues
gold stars and cookies.
what a treat;
last hair cut of the week
friday’s soul decomposing
for one more day