BUTT HOLE:
Trees,
And fields,
And Summer slide past us,
But you’re not looking,
Feet up on the seat,
Drinking exotic cocktails from little bottles,
Mixers,
Riding rails
(K)
BUTT HOLE:
Trees,
And fields,
And Summer slide past us,
But you’re not looking,
Feet up on the seat,
Drinking exotic cocktails from little bottles,
Mixers,
Riding rails
(K)