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A crevice is a crevice no matter what you say.
You can't get away from the eggs that the chickens lay.
Rooster's gonna get to you.
Don't enter that chicken coop unless
You're ready for some pecking.

Getting held on by a wing,
chicken flapping w its fucking head cut off,
Being held on by just one string.
Was is funny or was it cruel?
No one can know.
At least we had,
We had a full table of food.

Out in the country,
Chickens are viewed differently.
When one just pops into your yard,
It's the appearance of the fool.

Running up and down the hill,
Creating a disturbance but nobody can stand still anyway in this town,
Thinking of lavender,
Growing on the hillside.
Without interference from police,
Without people asking what deal is
w the fucking chickens
Without vice squad jumping in your house
Without a whirlpool of doubt.

A galaxy's a galaxy eve without
The right amount of gravity and

What the fuck is up w dark matter?

Which way does the toilet swirl in Australia?
Which way does the sun set in Australia?
Why don't we ask the Australians?
Do we think they're still just escaped prisoners?
Why don't we ask the fucking Australians
How their chicken coups are doing?
Are the roosters picking at them too?

I don't know about those freaky kangaroo tamers.
Marsupials have the skin of faraway pine trees.

What is the bacterial makeup of the inside
Of a kangaroo pouch?
Is it more like a vagina?

Is it more like a vagina than your integument?
More like a vagina than a regiment?
More like a vagina than an epipen?
More like a vagina
More like a vagina

Empty bottles are empty bottles
No matter what they were filled with in the beginning.
And the only zen you find on a mountain top is he zen you bring with you

Isolated from everything else
But if you look in an unsuspected light encasement on a mountain,
You can suck my clit
I think you might fall right off.

You can suck my clit
I'll break your fucking dick right off.