pee party. Disgust it
with you later. Poot
sirens on unchosen.
Broke down start
relationship in
Union Square.
Call column:
“Do ya think
I’m wasting?”
Exhale. Exhale.
And I was just sunk,
sunk. One to five.
But things get
up. Pup-tent
blanks. Boy oh
boy. Not to men-
tion pops poses
in pussy piss.
