fareo island
     orca slaugher
contra the taj mahal...
count, your,
        tourist, well.
in the viscity?
      ****-holes of females
with
a bunch
     of senile-males....
but hey, village life
makes you
think of tomatto-heinz
soup cans as a ***-fetish...
the rest?
            a cat sleeping in
my bed and a bottle of whiskey
next to my collection of
books makes more sense....
     why does
this writing appear like
a ski *****?
                 what have i,
to defend?
                   by now the turn from
mahler into schubert...
but from the people
in my vicinity?
          no more, than a ****
as welcome to converse
allowing a pigeon to
           imitate a cuckoo...
              reside...
                     some vermicelli.
nonetheless in a tomato soup
from a "thing" canned...
                huh?!
     **** aztec humour...
                        whatever, remains,
whatever...
                 i already asked
to be clarified:
rejected:
               well...
                             breed your
little d.n.a. experiments.
        i have my can of heinz tomato soup.