Pepper runs deep in my veins.
I am speed,
Salty, light, and ever so gent-
-ly freckled.
Slip through your fingers like time and
Twist myself around some others like twine
Climb inside,
Spill a bottle of cheap wine,
**** yourself dry
Day and day again
Down till you die

I'm going to trace you through your IP address
She tells us
I'm going to fine you for a terrorist action,
A threat.
She might have gotten away with it
Because I'm of the Islamic faith
And we get that
All the time
But hey,
I don't think she checked my age,
Don't think
She knows I have never flown on a plane.
I'm not sure she
Speaks English,
Actually.
Despite fascist points of view.
Because Suzy Belinky, dear
What you pulled up is a tweet
And ******,
Your condition,
Is an STD,
Not my fault.

a girl kissed a boy
and told him not to tell
he grew up to be a poet
with a promise kept so well
till he wrote one day a poem
that she’s found reading, but forgot
and wondered if it’s really him
and thinking that it’s not
but buried within these pages
and hidden within the rhyme
were words dripping from his lips
caressing every line
so she came in a little closer
and read it to the end
and found him in the poem
and kissed his lips again

Suzanne Berlinsky has ******.
That's right, you heard it all
Here.

She hasn't got any friends
Because she smells so bad
But if she did,
We'd ask her how Suzy smells
And her friends would tell us
How bad Suzy smells.

Suzanne Berlinsky has ******.
A fright, I'm sure
For the ghosts around her.

If you smelt Suzy you too,
Would perish.
That's why Suzy's got no friends
Because she smells so,
So sickening.
And she has ******.

Suzanna Berlinsky has ******.
And that's all for tonight, I'm
Afraid.