letra de buffalo pound - chore
she’s a mouthbreather
a werewolf
portly abolitionists and the milk
her face is aura rhanes
worth her weight in good taste
pound for pound in apocalyptic scripture
i can’t wait to breathe this werewolf
the werewolves kept sons to help them write their bible
there’s p-ss all over the wherewithal
werewolves channel the dead and gloat and make salt
(write my songs)
(haunt my house)
proud of thе werewolves
my infantry torch
shе’s a sack of tears
a good rope
my werewolf tied me up and called me “muscle”
her confession is the good rope
trepanning on the corner of main and helena
your werewolf died on a pub-crawl, five seats back by a fat girl, whereas my werewolf washed her options off and missed my bus
(howl)
so proud of my werewolf!
insect tycoon dentist seer werewolf buffalo the davester and the bus
david
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