Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

Bike Downtown, Stick Out Tongues At The Catholics. Or Form A Piss Club Where We All Go In The Bushes And Peek At Each Other's Sex.

God Is Only Mocked By Believers.

Poets Are Sitting In My Kitchen. Why Do These Poets Lie? Why Do Children Get Children And Did You Hear What It Said?

All In All, I'd Say, The World Is Strangling.