Eddie had a print of
A Paul Klee painting
On the wall by the door
And when he brought
***** home from a night
Out hoping to get her into
Bed for a good night’s ****
And maybe more she staggers
In stares at the wall and Klee
Print and says who painted
That? Did you paint that?
Yeah sure Eddie lies pushing
Her forward along the hall well
You sure paint **** I hope you
Make love better pretty boy or
I am out of here before you can say
Jack Johnson yeah sure Eddie says
Giving her a little shove I will give you
Plenty of *** and love but did you
Really paint that ***** asks pausing
In the hall the stink of ***** on
Breath and ******* yeah sure Eddie
Lies once more trying to get her
Through the bedroom door well
You’re a useless painter I’ve puke
Better colours in the pan and do
You know what? She pauses and
Leans against the wall and stares
Into Eddie’s eyes and says is your
Name Paul? Yeah sure Eddie sighs
That’s me the painter guy Paul Klee
However ***** closes her eyes watching
Inside her head the room go round
With a queasy sound and doesn’t make
It to the bed but pukes a flood of
Pretty colours on the floor instead.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
Eddie had a print of
A Paul Klee painting
On the wall by the door
And when he brought
***** home from a night
Out hoping to get her into
Bed for a good night’s ****
And maybe more she staggers
In stares at the wall and Klee
Print and says who painted
That? Did you paint that?
Yeah sure Eddie lies pushing
Her forward along the hall well
You sure paint **** I hope you
Make love better pretty boy or
I am out of here before you can say
Jack Johnson yeah sure Eddie says
Giving her a little shove I will give you
Plenty of *** and love but did you
Really paint that ***** asks pausing
In the hall the stink of ***** on
Breath and ******* yeah sure Eddie
Lies once more trying to get her
Through the bedroom door well
You’re a useless painter I’ve puke
Better colours in the pan and do
You know what? She pauses and
Leans against the wall and stares
Into Eddie’s eyes and says is your
Name Paul? Yeah sure Eddie sighs
That’s me the painter guy Paul Klee
However ***** closes her eyes watching
Inside her head the room go round
With a queasy sound and doesn’t make
It to the bed but pukes a flood of
Pretty colours on the floor instead.
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