Fingernails were printed on a shelf of broken...
abused by the riverbed near Ethel's flabby thighs...
It takes a strong stomach to navigate a Holocaust...
There's a tale in every picture...
A petal danced upon the wind,
Timely floating from our sin...
Hypnotized by street lights, I breathe springtime
eyes fixed upon dirty streets, laced with fallen...
Run, o Jew Boxer, run!
You are Jewish...
When you look at them, forget
the adjectives smoldering and sizzling...
I cover myself in darkness
Pulling me back...
She hugged herself,
staring at her mutilated leg...
Micro-cats.
The tiny male courtesy's to society's bleeding...
Reeking of Clermont-Ferrand male conditioner
and inhaling the religion of St Albans parish...
People nowadays
Are only on the pursuit of perfection...
Sharks in the sky,
Beware; open up your eyes...