ABSTRACT
Pick a flower, girls: Daisy lies upon the ground Yellow at the core Her silky legs she spreads around Just like a little whore Nose in air stands Rosy-Red Pricking all who touch Her one foot in that dirty bed Frustrates them very much Aah…Lily-White, who sleeps alone Her flower fades unseen At least though, when she’s dead and gone They all know where she’s been
