breathing out cigarette smoke
into a night filled with smog....
the eerie;
       the last tum-tum moment
is she last moment
   gender neutral...
                    doesn't that look
scooree?
      no? it better be...
                        death tolbite scare
central...
                 i mind death,
i mind death prior to death in the orient
has a chance...
qauckers galore on the chatter:
qua qua! qua qua, quackers!
                              **** doesn't live:
**** deserves to die.
she fled by ushering a smoke signal...
there was always the she,
            perfecting oral *** is always like
perfecting indian cuisine...
        adds the spices, adds the sweet nothing...
adds the revealing crucibles or
last resorts...
                     we live
in a zeitgeist of tantrums...
                       and that's all
we'll ever ***.