Category : Poems

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1
As I’m Fucking with Seasons,
I’m looking down In the Dish.
Archangel Enabled putting 
Demons on the Fish.
By way of Gold about the Neck
Red Diamonds round the Wrist,
Giving Knowledge of the Stars and 
Getting Answers from a Wish.


2
Yes I am ArchAngel And 
Yes Falling Makes Me a Witch,
But the Recipe Bastard 
That’s the way Pan be, 
Handle it! 
You just can’t Gefilte It The 
Scotch Bon-net Vinegar and 
On-ions Al-l Re-quis-ite.
To  make your Taste Buds Tingle.


3
Up Inside Your Belly where the Juices start to Mingle and 
When We done feel after 
Burn in Your Tinkle At Home 
Run Bitch, Usted  puede  
Incluso Escabeche,
The only way Sunshine,
Turns to  Escovitch Ok!