Photo credit: Temari 09
I’d love to say things
Yum-Yum & that chicken thing
I’d appreciate them on lawn
I respect things I don’t own
Show you up at my funeral, pimp
Priests still busy on their pinching
glasses – how could I know -
I respect things I don’t own.
It’s thai magics and the doom
It’s car-parking on booze
White in shadows as a balloon
Lunar mental on the loom.
Books are piling up, and Death’s
a moron I talk with, ’bout being
in love, and the grounting and
the snorting, ya just pick hats off.