Brushes, Hammers, Paste and Nails
A BURGER ON A MOUSE’S RIBS
Here’s coming ”The Sozzleder”, an altar boy, as people names acolyte, injured by Life. He’s coming aching because from his birth he hasn’t been graceful by Luck and Fortune.
When his mother, so pretty, did birth to him, put bad fate on him as appearance, because the kid had born by arse, and the midwife came running to see the kid’s face.
-I'm going to enter to see the newly calving, that I want to see the new born’ face. What handsome kid¡ what face so nice¡
-This baby, midwife, the tearful mother exclaimed, is unlucky to Life.
-Because he has come to life by Arse. He’s not coming with a bread under arm, but with a burger on a fucking mouse’ ribs yes.