Abominable

an abominable monster an adorable man and a good little whore with a bible in hand came strolling along in tune to song until Winter said …. a birthday went wrong " yo merry! " and the tramp don’t know your dirty skirt drips from the last cup of jo the breath mint hints of a back stage blow " indiscretions " reek of perfection …. don’t you no? " fi-dollar " and I can make you hollar but it’s really the whore who owns this show… In the Book of money it’s the me who says “know” . . . awes for the color of money yet set upon a high cloud aligning where there be no crowd the whispers of a silver shroud put gravity where the light is loud so the waves came calling and it’s me who came falling upon a where… eyes nose their hear…