learn to relax this time (cut-up spam poem)

who started this talk - another bitch?

"He always lied to me and sent me
off to market, to a whip ball or concert,
monkey or something, on one pretext
or another, when I drunk hope…”

extreme pitiless, recent mustard victim,
grass-cutter sobbed convulsively hiding
her face, both hands like different screws,
misused in swimming - no way

to start this talk, not at all.

life is short (cut-up spam poem)

about the situation:

Dadullah made a scene
in the middle of an
e-mail massacre

his cock will remain in school
(Will Polytechic) - he did
mention address too,

go against the current all
your petty life