magnetisms

i got a toilet in my bed
it writes bukowski poetry
i got an ant in my pants
it's in my bed
i tell you one by one
things i have done
and you will count endlessly
because there is no cunt
who can and who would
if i could tell you all about it
you would probably suffocate
untill you would be dead
to your knees pray
for forgivness for fortification
mortification suffocations
stillness in the end
beginning of sadness
bureaucracy of divsion
and stillness of pendalum of sorrow
to be known from the