The venture capitalist buys my abortions.
Then there was you! burning in my rectum.
My translations of street
graffiti sound like Kalashnikovs
firing into a swimming pool.
I think we're moving to greener pastures.
I am poor but needy.
Climb into my box.
I am poor but beautiful.
I am poor and getting poorer.
My box stinks of the great depression.
My box is shaped like your skull:
empty and candid. I am poor with stock options.
I am poor and gyrating.
In my box there is a venture capitalist
playing Beethoven for tips.