Oh, ur feet so high I love ur
     Oh                                        feet in rubber boots filled w/ the mud of dead
                              women's bones who lived in days
                                                     children spawned like insects                      in the damp grotto dug by mice-men long deceased from  unknown alga fungi
                                                                ­        & she sweeps through & down under              Oh, my                                                 the last stone          of the stone
queen & her entourage;
my lovely chambermaid,
Oh, Colossa!
how that was the way when candlelight
struck the knight in the shin
                                       ******* him; little starter-****,                   
    she moves to ******;
I am full of chalk; u want to feed on moist
                                                                ­     little rabbits to fuel the super
smart rat race winding through ur eyes & I
I desire eyes so large I  I
I desire to see ur culture;                         Oh,
taboo & easy love
on the township
square                                timely dwarf in fishnets &                   leather mini
is the stable one;                        Oh,
her hot little feet        repeat
u are like that tunnel;
Fiona's last ******                     Oh
until she arrives           in                                Paris