Tuesday, May 22, 2012

MEAT FOR GO!







The soul selects her own apostasy,
Then shuts the door;

On her divine majoration
Obtund no more.

Unmoved, she notes the character pausing
At her lewd agate;
   
Unmoved, an emperor is kvetching
About her material.

I've known her from an ample notion
Choose any;

Then close the valves of her contention
Held in the bondage of ten bald heads.