A tearful tincture
Cabbage-green skies;
Beneath the dribbling
Your raincoats lie;
Pale white in private moonlight,
Like round-eyed sores,
Flap your scabby kneecaps apart,
My ugly whores!
We loved each other in those days,
Ugly blue whore!
We ate boiled
And weed.
One night you made me a poet,
Ugly blond whore.
Get between my legs,
I'll whip you.
I puked up your greasy hair,
Ugly black whore;
You tried to
My guitar.
Blah!
Some of my dried-up spit,
Ugly red whore,
Still stinks in the
Of your breast.
O my little lovelies,
I hate your guts!
Go stick big
On your ugly tits!
Break the cracked bottles and
Of my feelings;
Come on!
Be my
Just for a while!
Your shoulder blades are twisted back,
My masterpieces!
Stick stars in your snatches and
Them to bits!
And it was for you hunks of meatI wrote my rhymes!
My love was sticky
And dirty games!
Dumb bunch of burnt-out stars,- Against the walls!
Go back to God, croak in
Like animals!
Pale white in private moonlight,
Like round-eyed sores,
Flap your scabby kneecaps apart,
My ugly whores!
