I fatten the cow And drink her milk To wash down Her baby's flesh And she loves me even now As I squeeze her ******* Her milk allows It feels like silk Because I fattened the cow To drink her milk
On row DH30A102 Buddha is seated, meditating. Underneath him in dust covered boxes a dozen more radiate enlightenment, waiting to be shipped out and sold for 29.99 at your local store.
'Surely the fatman will give our house a unique Zen feel to it.'
"Perfection" Should be a profanity Consigned to myth We are taught to aspire To live a life That doesn't exist. Glossy paper And saturated colour Feeds us a fiction Force asphyxiation Because you will live average Statistically And will not become The thing of dreams Staring out of magazines.