Momma had a baby
and its head popped off.
Momma’s tits got heavy,
life’s milk poured out.
Momma had a baby
and her butt popped out.
Bottoms go poppity-pop—
POP, when babies sprout.
Momma had a baby
and its head got pop’d
on the corner stop awaitin’
electric signal walk.
There are no flowers here,
just weed,
weeds,
dandelions.
Absolute cinema. This changed my life in ways I cannot describe. You, my friend, are an artist at heart and a very amazing one at that. I hope life treats you well. Remember, when life gives you dandelions, POP!