she doesn't dance to the mice in the cracking wall;
eh, Idk what does it take on a long Tuesday
to get her to be mine; my valentine at eleven
I'm scarred by her whiplashes; married & living in Queens
like she never grew up across the street from
farmers living off the land like agrarian cavemen;
don't have the cave cleaned by that robot again;
she ***** all over everything & **** goes missing
when his mother visits & door don't get closed;
she can't get out of here the walls are too high
& if it's a Serbian girl her eyes get served
as a delicacy to Chinese tourists smoking crack
& fentanil while making arrangements over
the computer; the girl will be served w/ a
nice blended grass salad w/ a sweet peanut sauce