"Split Bit"
My banana malt split its bits wits through its slits.
The shooting stars made a direct hit from Mars.
How much is our love worth?
All the pleasures we enjoy on this earth.
Treasures treasured in day-lit nights.
Everything we can compare in our universal share.
Sing a song of lustful joy.
The ultimate ecstatic dream in its heights is a supreme extreme.
A purple cloud hiding the moon's light.
Sheer delight!
A green, metal, teakettle will soon heat and whistle a new tune in an afternoon's June.
We are floating on a helium balloon around the moon.
Made love in your apartment's beautiful room.
By Jonathan Billet
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