a poem by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
like a shuddering wave of doom
acid hobo rain patters down on new york's sidewalks
25 cents plz; BOOM!
pancake rain it is not.
even though it would not save us
we must save the world
and all of its snax
the only way
is to apply lard to hobos
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker