It started neatly like a private fetish so creviced it could never boon and tread said monsters
Then all of sudden the singer who makes sculptures out of throwaway had a reputation
In white heaven and nigga heaven was clamouring for a new freak to personalize and trade
Everyone weird enough to be a savior will be taken to the market and sold with the sugar and gear
Shrug if you hear me don’t come near me with a picket and a sleeve I don’t wanna see another punk nigga Ulysses make it home in no peace
Be meaner be brand nude and ruder and hipper and worse worst and firmer and blacker and tactless with nurture and curses and crescents figuring out the fist that circle bone is no match for this yellow early this merciless matriarchy this year’s Lonnie Sonny Liston Holly leap in this time don’t listen to anyone smith or thistleless his voice was as flat as the tires he stacked into black tears but
here we went at the purchase
Greed don’t make you hungry
But what a fat thing for the having
What a bad bad wolf
What a lather of babble so cool to sell
