fatvegan

by Tom French, Ryan and Jemma

Rami Rami, I ride a Rami,
Craftily, smuttily we ride amongst roses,
Rows and Rows upon Rows and Rows,
I feel excited and my heart is shattered into music composers.

Blind and suckling, crisply conscious,
It softens around me: sweet to touch,
The idea of jumping babies brings nostalgia,
Young crusts of soul, too lightly clutch.

And my Rami flys beyond the door,
Through a shadow of darkness...I make a dart,
Nipping, dodging and flipping loops,
I never wanted to die down here in Leichhardt.

It made a claim to fame,
Pulling strings and flaunting blame,
My inundated toe is a crying shame,
And finally to myself I came.