I played my c.d.'s all night long on the 6th
and the neighbors pounded,
and the landlady knocked on the door,
and said...
"Please
please
please...
MOVE!!
You get the sheets filthy,
Where DOES that blood come from?
You never work...
you lay around & listen to that devil music,
and drink,
and you got that unshaved face
thats always smirkin' cruely.
And you bring those whores home.
You wear those boots
and denim & leather.
Why don't you leave??
Your makin' us all unhappy."
"Fuck off you cunt", I hiss thru
the keyhole..."my rent is paid
till friday. Can I show you an oil paintin'
of a nude, painted by a fag from the
Village? I have it insured for
5000 dollars."
Pissed off she stomps away.
No artiste is she. I would
like to see her naked though. Perhaps
I could fuck her into happiness, no?
