Poems from Lipinski
Saved
Born again
Repentence
Forgiven
and then...
Temptation.
~
Lets listen to the words a different way:
Lost
Dead
Proud
Bitter
and then...
cool mist of the most soft,
the softness of fog
there it is... and there...there where it never never ends.
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...