There once was a girl named Louise
Who cunt hair hung down...There once was a girl named Louise
Who cunt hair hung down to her knees
The crabs in her twat
Tied the hairs in a knot
And constructed a flying trapeze
Ladies and Gentlemen, Hobos and Tramps,
Cross-eyed mosquitos...Ladies and Gentlemen, Hobos and Tramps,
Cross-eyed mosquitos and bowlegged ants,
I come before you to stand behind you
To tell you of something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday (which is good Friday),
There will be a convention held in the
Women's...
Lady, lady, should you meet
One whose ways are...Lady, lady, should you meet
One whose ways are all discreet,
One who murmurs that his wife
Is the lodestar of his life,
One who keeps assuring you
That he never was untrue,
Never loved another one...
Lady, lady, better run!
-- Dorothy...
Latin is a language,
As dead as can be.
First it killed...Latin is a language,
As dead as can be.
First it killed the Romans,
And now it's killing me.
Let us go then you and I
while the night is laid out against...Let us go then you and I
while the night is laid out against the sky
like a smear of mustard on an old pork pie.
"Nice poem Tom. I have ideas for changes though, why not come over?"
-- Ezra
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering...Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to...
Let us treat men and women well;
Treat them as if they were...Let us treat men and women well;
Treat them as if they were real;
Perhaps they are.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson