lines

LINES

The boundaries are yellow

And above them if you look long

For sure you see the gold

Glittering in a yellow moon

And as the vision falters

The mind configure a fragrance

The yellow start to peel off

You start to see the monstrous figure

And also it is an angel

Come to take you

Fly with you

And you don’t want to fly

For the angel is a female

You want a male angel

One you can copulate with

One you can kiss and feel kinda shy

But this angel, no!

Then you see the boundaries

You had forgotten the boundaries

And now oh! You wish

You had not been a chooser

Had taken any angel that came your way

But that’s not your way

The boundaries shine.











WE TOO ARE BIG