google poem

lift me up mix make love fornicate
war feat public enemy mercy the sky
my beautiful blue sky electro
my weakness now let it go
when the kite goes for cheap vodka
lets fuck it fuck it fuck
finger paintings of the insane
why is the other end
of this telephone cord
tied securely to your penis
just ring the fucking bell
to find out some fucking horrible truth
the most consistent symbolism in blue velvet
brain is trying to lick gasoline i admire your purity
i crave crab i'll dynamite a creek for the bastards
neckbone on a rope indeed