Saturday, November 08, 2008
BRAD CHILDRESS IS OUR BITCH, a poem
the dome looks full... but sounds empty.
a vacuum in a vacuum.
the horn hasn't blared since daunte scampered.
the d-line is hampered.
and also pampered.
fat bitches with diet pills.
that make you fail drug tests.
put the ribs down fat bitches.
IF YOU LOSE TO US, your fat bitches will cry.
then they'll wave goodbye. as YOU leave.
as it will be your fault.
you took the wrong job.
(viking horn sound)