beeld erger tekst

Inverted crib whip

So she was another man and killed himself
loved to be a maggot stuffed with lies
of her better half his own spectre of starvation

I’ld love to be in the country
so I could for the city yearn

Slithering through sewers from drain to cesspool
she conducted all his gaping gaps to twat & slut
left her other third in the results of a smelly education

Oh to be where the city runs
shiny goblets of rustic gnomes