Fashion

Do you not see that her puss is Persian blue
Like the hair upon her head which is matted stuck with glue
Blossoming bright with a tinge of poo, see her plain and unmade hue
For she is all that you can see except her boots are filled with pee
But is she ideal in this state of hot desire to make a date
With some horny one­-eyed monster who is like my own best mate?
Now she’s rising in the sky toward the holy midnight eye
She is set beside the plough between Sirius and the Cow
For the Pleides of the Dawn have made her weigh just half a stone....
She’s skin and bone!

There is such a thing as cold vengeance of the heart
Therefore cool is this hot man who in wisdom dries his tears
Keeping smiles upon his face & humming happiness with cheers
To the radiance and the heat driving Heddon by her feet
Praising freedom breath and speech and all feminist braless feats!
Can you see herself appear almost blameless without fear
As if one had set her high almost floating in the sky
Look you down you impoverished men, see her butt, is she size ten?
Clinging tightly to her jeans soon that butt will break the seams....
Now she’s fourteen stone!

Do we have enough bright purple to protect our image dear
Or a dappled snakeskin waistcoat to attract a lizard steer
Or a black bandana headpiece tied around our buckskin boot
Where on earth is that damned boyfriend is he swaggering in a suit?
He is chatting up Agido who just bought this transit car
He’s proclaiming his accomplishment as flashy lead guitar
Playing harmonies and xylophone while singing in this choir,
I would say that he’s the greatest, but I just can’t say the words,
I would screech it from the roof-beams but I’d scare the lady dawn
God she’ll really hit the ceiling when she feels what I’ve been feeling....
Coz it’s a girls best friend!

We are riding to the stars in our turbo­-pedaled car
When the driver puts his foot down, he starts pedaling far to far
He can sense their chanting twinkle, he can see their shining beauty
He can hear the sirens calling – they are goddesses a trolling
But yet these sweet ten young girls, dressed in swirls of pubic curls,
Are excited by the cringing and the driver’s girlfriend’s minging
For he knows that she’s still feeling that the lady dawn’s appealing -
But his stubbornness and his ego trap his macho abject hero
Marking Heddon his ideal on the turn of a capricious wheel....
And then his big end blew!

#strangegothlove