Arriving at Sonia's, Sergei had an American gf
he couldn't get out of his mind
made wealthy in the mail-order lottery,
he kept his good friends---
this guy is kind of a ****; dating a BBC reporter
who looks like Jesus Christ
Sonya was jealous
but look, honey, that girl wears outdated clothes
That guy is a **** but her gory eyes
she's a ******* witch---she lives by her ******'s prophesies
Focus on the family, be good fathers,
don't date ur daughters;
god's commandments
are not hers to live by---
in 1919 WWI had been over for a year---
get this, I love her like a sweet peach, can u tell?
cold right out of the fridge---
wait, who keeps peaches in the fridge?
I never liked him WCW/OB/GYN is nothing for a poet to see---
that was me---Monica reverberating
throughout number four:
the ******* bleeding maw of the mother
shave her, nurse while I scrub
(so final her lack of eyes
then her la-la-la, the very next day
I lost my virginity---
Sergei's American gf had kohl eyes too---he'll never forget her gypsy BO,
  her Romani-Slovakian odor,
her stinking feet & hairy pits
(he introduced her to tp);
She is only a woman
it's too cold for penguins, a climate changing sadness
Women are cutting men's ****
& ***** off---I predict
female fascism creeps on the world-stage like thunder---
When women control the world
men will be terrorists,
farmers, fishermen & *******, say it---
bombing abortion clinics (that doesn't mean
the violence has ended---grandmothers ghosts
surrounding me, I'm terrified)
I met a dark girl in the hall & she told me this,
versus the robots who win overall---
making robots make robots, robots
making robots & bombs, now u see
what the President was saying---come back in summer & we shall see---