Read mine poems
Or apon thine eyes
I shalt dine
And like a lit
Dynamite stick
Explode
With blood and puss
To fill mine cup
That I shalt calmly drink
.
And laugh at your scream
And spit on your
Begs and pleads
Because all you'd had to do
Was read
.
But now you cry
Hot bloody tears
Oh
You lost your eyes
So sad
K
Good bye