it’s so sad that your beauty will simply demask you as fuckable rather than cindarella; oddly we allow adults to believe in santa clause but forget obstructing children from believing the brothers grimm, just so we can shop; let paradise burn, i’ll cool off without you drinking a bottle of beer, and that’s an honest counter worthy of being said; bye.*

the women always care for your
drinking, even though you don't,
and never will, and always wonder:
why do they care and you're content
with it? i guess that's an omelette
with ~dozen about to be fried.
i always loved drink more than
women, because i never had any
women in my adolescene to care for...
always the bottle prior to the ****...
oh well: chinese take-out ning hoo...
comes joseph stalin stealing my vocabulary
calling it racism in his post-colonialism:
mongolian harmonica playing broken
the coarse violin (of motor boat lips blur burp brrp
and the index finger doing the winking motion).