crawling under your skin this not quite what I meant
maybe the blood will drip on their heads ...
you know this ogling business I find
hard to forgive ... hopefully
the updating hyperlink
will keep some of
the good stuff
for me ...
speaking
of gaffes ...
roll up roll up
see the one legged
poodle flat on its back ...
you know it can actually sing!
and over there is a foggy blob that
I find difficult to sit with apparently Im
supposed to ... ladies with monocles peer
up at me on a glass bed with a black blanket ...
apparently this makes them feel real ... the gentlemen
avert their eyes, they'll get the benefit of it later ... apparently ...
the ladies wrote beautiful poems about my private view ...
their way of saying sorry for the exposure ... they
love me really ... like Polanskis puppy love
36 billion they paid to put me up there ...
their mothers don't find it rude to stare
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