The blessed damozel leaned out from the gold bar of Heaven
Congratulations
You could be your own sadomasochistic daughter
The one who likes ropes
You won’t be tied to the chair though
Because the chair moves
You like bars
Tell me
If you see any kind of return signified
In the rosebush
That’s my own heart
I feed it with my own
I like bars too
I’m getting drunk in one tomorrow
Even though I won’t leave the house
I’ll watch you
Way up in the sky in your new panties
Shaking your ass for everyone