From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Placenta grievance
Date: Tue Jul 26 12:27:58 1994



The placenta grievance
tortured soul in an endless purgatory
the Gates of hell open to reveal a familar sight
open wide, pass throughand smell the wiff of sulphur...
tigh, round, and to the point
very nice, on a sunday afternoon
it's only your mother
only the driven woman
The bitch from hell, to put it lightly
spacial frequencies
pyromaniac on a distant pyre
I remember the day when she gave me life
when she tore me down, when she lept
gracefully out of the
wedding cake
and deigned to dance with me
and sat upon the tree limb and broke down in tears
tears of blood of anguish
made hard by the fact that
I tried and failed
I am a failure
To protest and dismay and start the roaring fire again
the crow speaks in a different tongue
on the day of judgement