poetry

Why must. . .

all emotion rules?

When all shit goes downstairs

Then one shiznick of sockalwerkz,

say that this is not a bill.

That all Ducks that bulls a bill keep saying,

please check your head before we prescribe a good plastic-ebo-la-la pills.

One has a Jagger, another willems and the last an anorexic gurl which boobs won’t quit on the bottle say.

“Take me now”.

Nah, I’d rather be normal with my own lover. . .

Her name is . . .

Maybe if you can,

Nah. Next bl. . .