Every day, my pride flies Because your happiness is happening. I have always been in love with you, My best love, saved to weather The way the rocks do, smoothing over time Out of the wind.
It might sound violent to plunge A point into a man’s face, but I’m not Pacifist. Sometimes There is a need for blood spill, or anyhow making A hole for the liquor to leak.
A lad emerges from the mid-bus-nether-regions. He drips a sticky mix of egg, water and flour At every step.It emerges this assault Is for his birthday.