revenge ****,
or just another
bon jovi carousel?
hard to know,
given stiletto abortions,
cougar mammas
from: the look of
the qin **** huang
reminiscent of
feng shui and: blank
as reiterased by a blank
canvas...
            hell,
at least I knew that I might
die with a hard-on
without an Italian
Mama sinclair or
a kievian babushka
eager to topple the army
pyramid, but never, ever
ever so likely to take up
the construction trades...
   pity for pauper...
***** vank für poor p'ooh bear;
have me crying long
enough over Vaughan williams'
ode to Thomas tallis...
one question...
what's with the English
   and the Lenin-mummy
prosthetics, bulimic
appreciation of Elgar?
                **** stale as sacrimonial
toast, instead of sour crust bread
a day prior...
      ******* will never learn
that Handle tried to teach them
cosmopolitanism...
   alas... he succeeded,
they failed.