Slip shod
by the drunken black smith
Your pony thighs
rehearse in sleep
That which you saw
at the Aryan picnic.
Speak to beauty Waldman
who amused you
In the morning
approached you
At the summit
of your white career
Then was silent all that evening.
by the drunken black smith
Your pony thighs
rehearse in sleep
That which you saw
at the Aryan picnic.
Speak to beauty Waldman
who amused you
In the morning
approached you
At the summit
of your white career
Then was silent all that evening.
