Sunday, February 20, 2005

I think this is finally ready to sell

Mating Habits of the Stagmomantis carolina

Follow the Pied Piper
White boy with cornrows
Up Up and Up again
For real? What with all the sex
In (insert Art School here)?
Stagger into tinkling metropolitan lights
Revealing the hip stare
It’s cool, honey, I’m holdin’
Tight corners and bored summer tongues
Let HIM play repentant man
‘Cause blacktop burns for days
This is NOT Polly Jean’s view
That smell is NOT our homelands
No, Nefretti was beautiful
I am just talented
And I need to get off
Hell, let me do the fucking
My sticky close out
Shot in the dark
“Momma, told me not to come…”
It’s artwork, really
Hate fuck you
Hate fuck me, hate fuck it all
And watch Brooklyn go black
‘Cause I’m spent

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