Critic of the black and white
It`s your first night.
The Passion Play gets in the way,
Spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby`s made,
How the lady`s laid,
Why the old dogs howl with sadness.
The blue thing in the ball leaves naught but a bloody footprint on
the memory of last summer`s trip to Europe
Did you buy a passport from the queen?
And your little sister`s immaculate virginity wings away on the bony
shoulder of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously
into her geography revision.
The examining body examined her body. Send " Critique Oblique" Ringtone to your Cell