Tuesday, 23 February 2010


Jesus, she coughs up caterpillars
And fashion magazines.

Jesus, she farts self portraits
And cocktail recipes.

Jesus, she sneezes on fat couples
And disabled children.

Jesus, she eats tissues, barbells,
Planks of wood.

She knows pirates,
She dances with wolves,
She’s sung to Hitler.

Jesus, she loves me.

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