NO WHOOPS THERE'S ONLY FIVE

So Fill me up with a cup of history,
Faster than a light wave ripping through a time zone, 
Put on the guilt and they'll atone.

Piercing, I'm with the program I don't
stop atop the yuppie pyramid.
Sink down to the smells, the ones
we all revel in seeing lying in the shit.

Cephalatic pressure, lookin' like Sylvester, 
Let the blood clots fester, dripping alive.
Never could I measure, Her erotic gesture, 
Seven fingers on her hand, 
No whoops there's only five.

Stewart Potter

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