Bubble Sonnet

 

Now Crystal honey don’t nag

These other square stones must be eggs

When in the fuck will we ever learn?

But after all, they’ve got so many toys

 

I’m going to cut you into tiny pieces

I guess I’ll just put it in a box

You can see the smoke

Mother eve, the trail of your thighs

 

I have to call Patrick and tell him

Foolish girl, don’t you know I’m a ramblin’ embryo

Somebody turn on the lights

My motives are purely aesthetic

 

Why don’t you sniff in all the closets

I regret having to take the lives of innocent creatures