We Kool Kats Essay, Research Paper
We kool kats
you left bare
you left starren into nothin
bang America
cock of eternity
you tore me up as if i were your child
child america
child america
you tore me up
and now you know
Americana is our mother of mother
angel of death
riding on your horse
spew me a dream
for my lips are hungry in this hole
and eyes empty
fill
me
upwith a taste of tommorow today