Nasty noises

by yokomolotov

one fist fits all

so

puke like a pro

you look like my friend

and my friend, she’s dead

 

and I like the idea

of the world being

born

with a sound

 

sentiments aside

you can’t hold me

my organ-  jet powered

my body- torpedo

the no hold of

nets can’t close

you’re the pretty one

let me touch the pretty one

again

 

I’m too loud to be creepy

I’m just sneaky

with

small questions

bare thighs

and nasty noises