Spring Reminds One

Spring reminds one,

Of cotton trend chanting,

Fields of faceless mohair strands.

Of a violet wafer runway

A six inch bluebell slap, so sore.


Spring reminds one,

Of a skeletons stance,

Of her delicious delicate shoots.

And of her disgusting daffodil grave;

Vomiting emerald rot.


Of a prison bakery,

Of its iced bun suffocation,

And water logged pathetic puddings.

And of little lemon drop eyes;

Protruding in sour shame.


In Spring

A new collection is revealed,

Behind a Pretty pastel mucus,

Two front cover eyes are glued gross.

A Sunshine delusion

A sequin sublimation.


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