Poems from Lipinski
Rob Zombie sings of pussy and liquer
He sings of dead radio and alien sex
But...
has he ever sat naked on a red, ripe, apple?
so
I could, could , bore you with facts of pussy and tits. as why not? That is
what a man thinks...
Pussy footing around with the...
It comes to mind; straw
The smell of harvest is to smell the end of sorrow
and then
to walk up-side-down
down a white drinking straw
funny...
a rainbow whittled down to a blunt point, pounding trees softened by rain
i just saw
a couple of joyful clouds getting into mischief
i just...
Arghh!