By Alice Incident.
My love what the fuck is your problem?
I’ve only got two balls, I’m always
The one who lets the bee sit on him.
How can we stay together for 100 years
When you’ve already gouged the first one out
Like the eye of some dumb kid? If niceness costs
You anything at all, I foot the bill.
At 28, I’m expected to grow an inch taller.
My love whevs, grow a pair & heedless we’ll
Spurt your spare behind the ball of my heel.
No one gets what you mean about the bee.
Sphere music scores our terran belly-cheer.