'rum Sham o'da Breeze
Hi, Love Dog!
Barking your
whining cries;
blacked man,
as Coal'd
diaMan'ds,
dyin'tula monde,
world at your grasp,
my name's Shame!
so pleased
ta meet ya;
from da breeze
dat stirreth
at dim's damn breaks
and
with waited lofty messages
from Sheba's garden fruits
this nut comes, crazed
in candied coats of
glittering sweet,
poison to the touch,
in agony beneath
your toetouch'd
jack'd knife
reaching
ecstacy in his breeches
ants biting cheeks silly
delirius with Words so
deliciously tweeting
insanity beached
in the grit of
ashes last
peeps.
i'm your man
i'm your maid
make of me
but a hand
hired, whoared,
sold and dead
writhing wormily
in decadent soil
in deep, deep shit
way past hips
dripping from lips
the fowlness of being
the vulture of wastedness
turning all the world
into rich soil
for titty,bitty seeds ta sprout
the new garden beyond any's doubts,
i come, i came, i'm arrived
at your threshold dying
into infinite infancy
will you arise?
will you greet?
my final demise?
with your charming smile,
and delighted laugh
and welcome me
home?
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