I never leave.
My other persona (is a huge fucking asshole).
Her eyes held sadness as prisoner of a war that failed to bring her down. And when she moves, she betrays the secret art of feminine grace endowed only to Queens.
And when she smiles, nothingness splits to a horizon of light.
And you are blind.
Pure emotion, pure soul who'll never say no to rock'n'roll.
III. SAPPHO NARCISSO
I think I just might have one too;
I do not know, but it must be:
I am but a girl like them
but unlike most, I have a dick –
that fucking thing
that makes me sick –
but if I may, just one small wish,
I wish I was a real dyke.
I wish all men would lay their hands
off Sappho’s lovely, lovely lambs.
I wish all Sappho’s lovely lambs,
Her lovely, lovely, lovely lambs,
stray not from Heaven’s clouds above.
I wish all men just masturbate,
leave hickies on a mirror
with a hole below the waist.
But!– if I only had one wish,
I wish I ain’t dyke with a dick.
My other persona (is a huge fucking asshole).
Her eyes held sadness as prisoner of a war that failed to bring her down. And when she moves, she betrays the secret art of feminine grace endowed only to Queens.
And when she smiles, nothingness splits to a horizon of light.
And you are blind.
Pure emotion, pure soul who'll never say no to rock'n'roll.
III. SAPPHO NARCISSO
I think I just might have one too;
I do not know, but it must be:
I am but a girl like them
but unlike most, I have a dick –
that fucking thing
that makes me sick –
but if I may, just one small wish,
I wish I was a real dyke.
I wish all men would lay their hands
off Sappho’s lovely, lovely lambs.
I wish all Sappho’s lovely lambs,
Her lovely, lovely, lovely lambs,
stray not from Heaven’s clouds above.
I wish all men just masturbate,
leave hickies on a mirror
with a hole below the waist.
But!– if I only had one wish,
I wish I ain’t dyke with a dick.
