I killed my prostitute
with a nunchukka stilletto
outside my destitute hovel
in the Tokyo ghetto
It was because of the what she wore
of pure radial symmetry was…
that dress
a beateous thing unbefitting a whore
the color was “ashes of roses…”
I think.
I killed my prostitute
wwith a nunchukka stilletto
outside my destitute hovel
in the Tokyo ghetto.
Maybe it’s in honor of the conveniance store clerk who had his Samurai sword wrested from his grasp then had his hand lopped off a minute later by an irate customer. The argument started as a discussion over an alcohol purchase.