Making the Angels Wet
MAKING THE ANGELS WET
WITHIN a heart resides unborn seeds
like a boy and girl several ages ago
if she falls he will save her if he falls she will eat him
...so serve the nature of life so we serve the nature of death
and ooooooh!
IF my balls choke your throat
if my heart is bigger than
your **** i say i'm okay and we both decay with time
so serve nature and so serve death and what is left is
all you knew I held a balloon as a child
and the wind tried to take it away
when i grew up i held two breasts
and she bounced up and down
but felt a magnet of love called
nature -- which is the biggest whore
and busted memories into her --
so serve crayons and lunches
inside our minds; so i chew bubble
gum and went to concerts and we
chewed each others nipples - she
scratched my back and i ate her
kitty and so sowed memories for
God and the Angels became wet.
:: 11.12.2020 ::
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