Dear Kevin Rood Part 3 Poem by Milky And The Guys

When does we begin to end?
When does the letter less receiver send?
The dead leaves fly into an easterly setting sun
Where the brigin twipps
And the wall entangles my wits

My East German naval officer sings
On a dope head pelicanmoose snorting liquified chicken wings

The immediate effects of ethereal power ties his Velcro shoelaces apart
Then joined the army without a something that rhymes with apart

Eat, my butterfly, fascism awaits!
What a post historical beauty, please erase my emotions and photocopy my decorated plates
Bad vibes re-enter your metaphysical body
This chair is broken darkling,
My gothicly inclined sense of humour makes proud your switchblade
Please relocate your butterflies daughter
Her mind is in slaughter
Or is it too late?

The leaf of life dies as the sun is born westerly, my real child.