He spoke no English,
turned abuse into unfinished phrases—
smacked them all together and...voilá!
Accumulation is work.
Look at the toilet with sunglasses
by Polo. Yet,
he never makes a plan. Not one.
Now pregnant editing
triplets. See. That was the plan!
Now the children are grown up, dancing.
We planned that, too,
walking around
as foreigners; past
the manufacturer of paper
and penis tissue.
Crossing the arsenal
he says
“A tw___
is not as good as
a D___.”
(Key:
ink,
ILF.)
