10.2.14

Flemish Renaissance 
Fetish mustard sauce 
Flesh cysts, sweaty flaunt
I'm dying in art history. 

Why can't I smoke a cigarette in the classroom. 
To help ease this swollen stomach. 
The sweet wine of last night 
Has left me as deathly as bubonic. 
Gin and tonic. 
True love, don't want it. 
I want skin and nonchalant. 
But I'm in art history. 
Flemish Renaissance.  

This monogamous class
Is no good for Molly's closed eyes. 
But in comes a mustached cat. 
To keep me alive. 
Revive. 
Regain myself after I die. 
We danced to the Darkside
Like delicious sauce. 
But I'm in art history. 
Flemish Renaissance.  

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