The emails

II.

Let's do either Coke!
Because you finally hit
the hateful song master—
Rodgers especially—
and Coke.

You were able to breathe it
by a unique method of your own.

I do Guitar Hero.
In other words,
all of us are behind
with intelligence.

An only penguin of a walk does it
in a cute terrible woman,
breathing oneself.

As for the ball that doesn't go
unsteadily, always with fuckin
brothers, please watch power.