A hand full of spontaneous stuff
you girl, yellin at the pavement
where none of the so called flowers
are polishing up their spanish
their beatings are settling down
but they remained standing them up
in a place where words are like buckets
boring empty buckets, no food, no crown
joy threatens liver's health today
they could smash kidneys, badly
misbehaving, they don't ever pray
certainly it loves hangover, nausea.
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