though without help of grown up girls
not Kings or Emperors or Earls
would be much more than skin and bone.
That covers body parts and such
look at the mind though, it is much
too primitive and reptile-like,
man either fights or takes a hike.
He’s like a boy, so out of touch.
When God invented hackles he
did not foresee the misery
that this would cause among all males
from rams to billygoats and wales.
That’s why he made himself a SHE.
the name is, truly,Militz, he was caughtin machinationsof sordid kind.But no one knowsis it the onewho braggedand draggedsome othersthrough private shit?And was he then,dipped into yuckhimself, oh my!They locked him upand dumped the keybut one of thosedeceptive friendslet him escapeacross the line,back in the fold.But hold your horses,he was so uglythat someone felthe needed careinside…
He had exhausted all his skills, and navigationof empty air space with no power, was a crime.So, they prepared for the disaster by the book.Your head goes forward with the pillow on your knees.Your mouth is open, eyes would have a fearful look.The pressure fails, a door flies out, in comes a breeze.The first to…
let only God understand.Help not, love not, have no smilesHe will keep you companyfor thousands of miles.Look sad, smell bad, even stutterwalk arm in arm with miseryDead man is best left in the gutter.
Practitioners peek in to look, expecting your compliancein follow-up, which means ‘to treat’, whatever they may find.My dear old Aunt, she always said if you are walking straightand eat your bread and butter with some liverwurst on top,you’ll need no shrink psychologist, because I tell you mate,that most of them have dust for brains, just…
had left the underground to see the light of dayso full of thirst for water and the wisdom of new life.The weeds had looked at first and then resumed disdain,which does come natural to them and suits them well,they whispered with sharp tongues that cut right through the shade,and all agreed that this small loser…
I’d smelled it fom a mile away,‘my name is Kotic, Miros’,he said and flies dropped,one by one, onto the marble.He had been highly recommendedby all the boys from near the Boulevard,he’d worked for Mickey and for Johnnie,Frank was the one who laughed so loud,I couldn’t help but hum the song‘I did it my way’, so…
