Poem by Dan Sutton
(the Bunnybrains)

Darling rock, kill yr grandpas
Mulch your sebaceous skin and light up the world with fuel from tortured fans
High notes hit them like hezekials that glimmer into a couple of hundred lights, cheap "Kowalski" lights, flood lamps that crews used for the first video, wetting their pants
Ciders deprived of stink
Go for it mantra bouncing off the emptied shit encrusted skulls of Sega-Genesis Faggots with a body full of hateful sores I will suck them all down my drain into the hell I will provide hourly scraping their little boy panties and adult diaper dog chain your free love is not so free anymore
Hiccup on rotten semen and lie down with able bodied artist
Repertoire scoundrels snickering as they open the last paycheck from the major label and spend every last cent of it on Siltbreeze bootlegs off the radio even that much more degenerated in reproduction quality so as to twitch the picked fiber they crave to love love to crave read on mister I've got a feeling the next song is just around the corner, Not my corner I can't apply for aid and I have spent all my money on food.


Poem #2

activewear for teens-aids for teens-tight tighty tight pants-forrest pumpy-twice as dumpy-greedy little finger-star shirt shat the singer-mingle with the stinger-read the rhyming riot act-forget the tainted blood pact-poll the rinsed black blue bloods-dysmenorrheic glue flood-harry pussy beat me, to the noise rock punch-now i've got my size 4 panties in the little bunch-while away the hours till the rest of them come around-until that time i'll pound this sound right into the ground-meat the neighbors they are freaked at all the smell from there-a place they haven't been to since they lost their hair-free as a bird is a better song if your in the right mood-maybe yoko will dance to it on pbs in the nude-we just took katznelson on a dulli appointed vacation-now he's got the best stories about the unannoited generation-carol burnett screams of pornography while times square burns down-her anal episode with lyle waggoner apparently forgotten now-if we get the vote in 96 i hope we will resolve-the dividing line between fractal and friction, the feen-a-mint mentality of a ginseng few-jesus is a heartbeat away from the ..........

Dan Bunny
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