Fashion

The flowers have been watered

The animals fed

I sent my daughter to bed

With an axe in her head

Five French men sitting in a tree

All grab cotton and shout, "For me"!

The naked people beneath the tree

Hold their hands up and sigh

As the Frenchmen parade the newest shit

They found in the pig sty

Fifteen geese do fly south

And three birds fly in my mouth

I choke on the feathers I roll and I writhe

The Frenchmen don't even realize

I'm dying on the ground

Because most people dying

Don't even make a sound