Jazz, Harmonika! Boredom Boredom...

Jazz, harmonika! Boredom... Boredom... Fingers, strewn up and down in streams. Drink it with me! Drink down, you bitch, rotten! Drink with me! You've been loved at full stretch and worn all o'er, Drives me mad! Off with staring at me with your deep blue globs! Feel like getting bashed? Wish you stuck in a field as a spectacle To scare crows. You have tired me out in all respects Up to the bones. Jazz, harmonika! Jazz up, my hastily! Drink down, sea-ape! I would rather have yon, big-titted one - She's more inane. As a woman, you're not the first with me, Lots of your kind. But a stinker like yourself has been for me But the first time. The more painful, the better Now here, now there. I am not a self-murderer, Be off to hell! About time to cool down to Your doggish kin. I am crying... my darling... Forgive me... Forgive...