Congratulations on the party! A fucking party
you are so dear and useless my sweet immobile creature
Congratulations to soft, you amaze us as if you were new
and instead you are old and gummy: kiss the bride, kiss!
Congratulations to you, there's as much water as you want:
go for it, wash yourself, dive-belly break!
Mournful Party
There would be everything to discover that is worth appreciating,
I feel it: it would be good if we could talk about it.
But you don't dance, smile, greet, you spit the beer you drink gracefully;
silently I tell you to fuck off,
no, you don't know how to be.
It's all rigidity, it's all rigidity,
if I put F you know, yes you know, what does it do?
Mournful Party
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL POEM, UHHH IT SOUNDS LIKE LEONARD COHEN or NICK CAVE. COME ON, WHAT POETIC KNOWLEDGE DO YOU HAVE TO FIND THIS SHIT WORTHY OF NOTE? HOW DISGUSTING, NEVER READ SO MUCH CRAP, NOT EVEN A SPENT HIGH SCHOOL KID WHO MUMBLES SHIT MAKES GLASS SHIT THIS WAY
