Hush My Little Darling... Poem by Andreas Classen

Reheat my corpse with a mo(u) rning shower.

I always knew oysters could be just some sort of cold fish.


Hush my little darling,

don't puke.


Remembering some vertical discotheque smile

wrapping her meat around my steel blade.


Hush my little darling,

don't puke.


Oh, no

I'm a coward

I won't cut painful

I'm such a slave to my dick.


Hush my little darling,

don't puke.


Nightwings covered it all up.


Hush...