heimchen

Well, the brothers and the daughters
are eating out the moon,
while I just kill my mother
in the parking lot of hell

and the Lincoln Center faggots
are fiddling in the street
while the implement of terror
are quick to beat your meat.

If only I was smarter
then we could sell our souls
and drink our blood-stained gatorade
till Kubrick gives us birth.

You’re a poet and you know it!
from Punk Magazine

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