Christine stood
at the ward window
peering out
at the snow

you stood beside her
smelling the perfume
she wore
the one she was going to wear

on her honeymoon
had the ***** shown up
as she told you
a few days before

snow looks like icing
on a Christmas cake
she said
hope to Hell

I’m out of here by then
me too
you said
as long as the quack

don’t fry our brains
with ECTs again
better not have
she said

gives me headaches and ****
look at that tractor
out there in that field
see how those gulls

are following him
through the snow
she followed your finger pointing
like a ship at sea don’t it

she said
you stared up
at the greying sky
cloudless

and end of worldish
could have been
on my honeymoon
some months back

she said suddenly
could have been
well *******
and sun blessed

guess so
you said
instead I get brained fried
by some doc

in a white coat
don’t see how
he could have let you down
like he did

you said
that bridegroom
of yours
gutless worm

she said
leaving me standing there
in that white dress
and headpiece

and those fecking
pinching shoes
you sniffed her perfume
looked at her sideways

her eyes scanning
the fields and trees
her night gown
beltless

(in case we take
to hanging ourselves)
opening
to show legs

and night dress
hanging by the knees
she breathed
on the glass pane

breathed it up
and wrote
with her finger
no more ECTs.

In an unreserved room,
deep in drapes and gloom,
stood a wild-eyed deaf-mute
in a beltless cape,
his fingers speaking parts he played
in his stepsister's ****.

One must lack humility to truly believe such rot. "Atheists" are in desperate need of attention. "Atheism" is on the rise as test scores fall and fathers abandon their children. "Atheism" = Stalinism. Please pay attention to America's beltless youth as they jump up and down proclaiming their "atheism"!

They, after all, represent 2 continents. This bi-continental aspect of existence gives them fully an additional land mass to boast of & rely upon. For them: Destroy America & it's back to Africa; destroy Africa & it's the resumption of a beltless inquiry into floral underpants.

If he sends you roses
Buys you money
Takes you on vacation
If be sings you lullaby
Gets you Romanian hair
Mongolian wig and Egyptian curls
If he says "I love you"
Just say "Yes"

If he takes you shopping
Buys you Hermes & Gucci
Shoes you public display of affection
Takes a bullet for you
If he calls you "Honey"
With lots of money
Just say "Yes"

If your girls hate him
For reasons yet untold
Protect your investment
They have a thing for him
If he gives you unexpectedly
Good with sixty nine
Cuddles like a baby
Husband material in view
Just say "Yes"

If he looks into your eyes
And says "Adore moi"
Helps you change your pads
Knows how to hook and unhook
Discusses his future with you
You just got lucky
Just say "Yes"

If he cleans the house
While you just wish to relax
Allows you wipe your tears
On his new Marks and Spencer
If he makes you laugh
Buys you pantless and beltless suit
Take him to Mama
Just say "Yes"

If he raises a hand on you
And calls it a mistake
Spies on you like a monitoring spirit
Hacks your phone
Sees you as an asset
Other than a partner
If he is egocentric and loud
And not proud to show you off
Run away, "jappaa"
You have been advised