Come to me
Like you do when you hold that rifle between your legs
Let me ride you
Feeling so powerful under your shield
Your mask that blacks you out of my mind
Because you are not memorable.
You are sad
You are sad
to watch
Pitiful
Riding my bike I see my years go by.
Before your sounds blocked mine
My body clenched
Destroying my youth
Your teeth stinging
How are you?
I am good. How about
I couldn’t see through
I couldn’t feel but the scooter driving by me
But i am French. I am European. Actually I am
Look at my breasts.
human
Perked or saggy
Look at my lips kissing your messiah
Is he gay or manly?
Because I imagine him between my lips driving me towards
Infinite
Universes.
That shocks you does it?
Live épicurien?
My mouth shouts things
Yes For my liberty my dear is something you cannot take
Not even
When you shoot a bullet
At my face.
