Reproduction, Babe!

I wanna write – a poem

            for someone who’s at home

For you babe

            I’ll travel all the way to Rome

I’ll ride on my bike

            made of leather and chrome

We’ll be wed

            in the Vatican dome

We’ll hump,

            like little green gnomes

So fast,

            that your cunt’ll foam

And we’ll make so many babies

And God will be so Happy!

The Devil's Proposition

Do you know the people around you?

Do you believe they are all true?

Don’t you just love me?

Remember, I set you free!

But you can’t come,

You have to rot in the slum.

It’s bound you so tight!

Loneliness would give you a fright!

Follow me!

I’ll show you another place,

Devoid of distaste.

Misery and sorrow,

Pushed to the far corners of tomorrow.

But if you ever turn back,

They’ll burn you on the rack!

Give me your soul,

I need to fill this hole.