"Underground Gay Poetry: History and Glory"

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“35”

35 centimeters

35 kilograms

That’s what I want to be

35 centimeters

35 kilograms

That´s What I want you to be.

“Crazy Though Death Way”

I don´t speak Dutch

My dad ask me where I go

I die everyday

If you don´t play guitar

  I don´t wanna be your friend

If you don´t want to marry me

I don´t want to kiss you

At infance I broke my arm

Four times, manly

But I couldn´t see

All my friend´s pennies

I am not ambidextrous

I am not bisexual

I am not one of the Olympic champions

  But I don´t think my kids will be born

Crazy, too crazy babe

Crazy in the death way

My vagina is in my eye

I didn´t die in the year I expected to

I am post alive.

“The Poo Boys”

Let the boys, mom

Let the boys make poo

Make poo is sexy

So let them, mom.

I don’t mind

The best lubricant

Calls shit.

So permit, mom

Let the boys make poo

Make poo is sexy.

“Lucifer is a Star”

Me and you again

I don´t want only you to rest

I don´t want to rest too.

What they need is turn off fire

We did it already for a while

Lucifer, you’re a star.

I said “What are you doing? Are you playing alone?”

He said “No, I´m trying to calm my fork”

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