a media mongul - mobbed by her fans -
suggested that a nanny to care
is nagging her speeches
as a part of the crime bill.
a man was stabbed to death,
a door swung open to stabilize your heart
burst a machine gun - but he refused to squeal.
she is running on the turmoil
while judges and rival gangs
can always spend more time
and promise to enter here and find a friend.
her occupancy in the occult and the stale odor of birth:
she called at nine, obsessively washing her dress:
a rude awakening would be a shame.
offered a shot outside, shoveling persuasion
but nothing happened.
