03 May 2009 at 15:42
“Mum, can I die please?” Is all she can say; she’s Benedrine-laced
A perfect thought from a hypnotist that ought to save her defaced
With blue misery she prostrates before the porno
‘Want it like that again baby?’ She said she swore no
“Burn me in some see-thru crematorium; you’ll see what will flame faster
After that in memoriam you can erect some altar from alabaster
And use it as an ashtray, decorate it with stubbed Golden Vag and consecrate it please
With empty ‘I love you’s, photos of my faded tattoos
And my shitty drawing of poor Kitty Genovese”
A perfect thought from a hypnotist that ought to save her defaced
With blue misery she prostrates before the porno
‘Want it like that again baby?’ She said she swore no
“Burn me in some see-thru crematorium; you’ll see what will flame faster
After that in memoriam you can erect some altar from alabaster
And use it as an ashtray, decorate it with stubbed Golden Vag and consecrate it please
With empty ‘I love you’s, photos of my faded tattoos
And my shitty drawing of poor Kitty Genovese”
