Kingsize

Think big, girl, like a king.

Think kingsize.

Did you learn nothing in America?

I’ve placed four big bananas in my lap.

In New York I don’t dream.

I always wanted to be less subculturally lonely.

But here, I see no subculture.

No, no future, no big science, no big bananas.

But I found no, no future.

I rock the bananas gently, move back and forth.

Don’t wake them.

What is soft dick rock?

Using the elements of dick to create a softer toned down sound.

I sing to the bananas.

The skin is getting thin and brown.

Norway, the girls are pretty.

I am one forth Danish.

If you have a child you better learn how to bake.

I beckon the cupcake - The huge capitalist clit.

I search the oven, scrub the racks.

Put my whole head inside but I just can’t find it.

It’s like looking other window in there.

The bananas rocked slowly in my lap.

Silently, wildly, girly.

The rash is an opportunity

A common disease, something in common

A community, the definition must to be something attacking itself.

Four flaking, flaccid fingers.

No future.

Oh, the fruit flies.