These Three Things
Shut the f*ck up. What? Huh? I said shut the f*ck up. No. That’s not how it goes. So how does it go? It goes Yeah Yeah… She loves you… Yeah yeah Yeah. Baby. Baby. Love me. Love me. Do Sugar t*ts Love me FRAME: He balls his fist and swings it from up high. Like the descendent arc of a lunar orbit, He hammers it down onto her face. She would have ducked, but The knuckles split her lip and cracked the eye-tooth Before she could even shudder to think How much money it would cost to get this fixed. She spat drizzled blood-lumps before even registering pain As the radio played Baby baby Lover I’m gonna Love you She loves you Yeah Yeah Yeah MEANWHILE: the dung-beetles carry these moments on heavy shoulders And bring them deep down to them dead guys, that get burried in those toons all... She loves you. And the Egyptian F*CK YOU mother f*cker Smiles and says F*CK YOU And f*ck You You You! He swings back and hammers. Turn it up Radio songs transmi