Gunpowder walk around, a spark was sobbing

Underneath secrets hopping alongside humans

Inbetween trees weeping in regret

 

Wet willy, slippering down the slope. Pointing at

Your directionless forehead. Hop aboard the bumpy ride.

Wear a helmet. Your tongue is like a whip... but why!

 

Tip of the tonge. Sharp or soft

A host of feminist vegans

Lie in a pool of his own conceit

 

A black swan glides past the fascists naked in the head

Others are left to count the cost

Clip the garden, slash the growth

 

What do I know? My ideas and values,

Drag across a muddied floor.

The night is full of death and sex and taxis

 

I like all these photos

But I'd prefer painted pictures.