Prada Pimp
Prada Pimp 3-11-05 3:00 am.
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some smooth stones
lay pave’ in platinum
this ring has birthed hoorors
it shines like the stars
Hidalgo, spanish bastard,
choke on it, choke on it;
it’s only carbon anyway.
what weeds do you offer me now?
exotic vegetation?
a panama rose wilting in a paper cone,
the rainforest’s been cleared, now.
it smells of insecticide and infidelity.
leave it, leave it;
who needs such devotion?
a compact formed of bakelite,
it houses heaven
blue pigments have dyed
some sweat shop worker’s hands
and it’s stamped with a name
so transitory it blurs with every touch.
what does it ultimately mean?
afghanistan lapis and kohl
borrowed infamy in a rainbow assortment
destroy it, destroy it;
someone’s bought the sky. |
copyrighted by ruejacobs on 2005-08-30 09:11:49
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Prada Pimp 3-11-05 3:00 am.