you said you don't believe
you'll fall apart on me
i said i don't believe
a word

i've got bowls but i'm not a bowler

the parasites deserve better
than what i'll leave behind

i don't want to be a duck
so i'll wiggle my butt

the bones we praise
belonged to twins

the hearts we laugh at
are the weakest

princesses often stop
to wonder what people
like you think about

those beautiful eyes
black boys
don't wonder about you
at all -
fat little baby penguin
fighting with tiny
flipper wings
falling and
crying for someone
to comfort you

use cobras for clothing

spanish children of
the sun
sing of
the sun



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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