a little poem about love and heroin - jbk

a little poem about love and heroin

for me the best feature is her drip
a succulent snatch for such a huge prick
and down she goes enlarging my capillaries
for this in tingle a small high canary

we coalesce such a sickly chirp of song
and leave each other tickled on floor
pinup potatoes stuffed a rich mans needle
a ubiquitous poverty to hold and enjoy

to snicker and shoot we will brandish dancing shoes
twirling about on the fashionable romance
struck within our veins
a beautiful kiss of alchemists

we polish our philosophers stoned
merrily hop down alice's vacuous
and emerge together hand in hand
a small meaty portion of habitual intake