The X Walten Files—The Nelson Mandela Catalogue

Fresh out the gate,
A tired, old hag.
Something, something eight,
A dirty, fat slag.

Washing machines,
Last longer with,
Peans.
Not quite peas;
Not quite beans.
But something special,
In-betweens.

It is,
Fucking massive!

Squeezy,
Cheesy,
Peas.

Peans.
Ooooooooooooh!
Ooh–ooh–dr–dripping!

Now,
If you would indulge,
Me,
I,
Would like to direct,
Your attention,
Towards,
An alternative.

Tits.

Show us your wife’s,
Sock.
Peans.
Tits.

Creepy music,
And paranormal shit.
Yuri Gagarin’s,
Tits.