Rin Johnson - POEM FOR KLAUS B. lyrics

I f**ed my girlfriend on the third floor of your museum once. I was actually there working as a performer but I still haven't received my check so I'll f** where I want until then. In all fairness, we did get to eat steak tartare and a croquet madame under the performers tab so maybe we are even but I can't tell, Klaus. I digress - the bathroom was blue and my girlfriend pushed me on to the floor and ate my p**y while I looked out your window, Klaus. The sky was the same color as the bathroom and I felt like the Nubian Prince we all know I am. Her tongue swirling around my clit and I'm thinking is it summertime because the living is EASY. (I came twice also so that helped, Klaus.) Sorry, is this too much, Klaus? When we finished two cool Asian guys were just finishing peeing. They smiled at us. One of them might have winked but he had an eye patch so it is hard to say, Klaus. We made it to the Audi sponsored dome just in time to see an old white man spit fire and well before Tan Lin spoke about the fictions we construct within our own families. Legit - what's a family again, Klaus? What's a community again, Klaus? What's a museum again, Klaus? The illusion that makes us bearable, Klaus. You come and sit next to my girlfriend because you want to make a video / take a foto of this white man spitting fire about being a sensitive white man. You're spitting fire too with your blue Obama suit and your black iPhone background. Wait, are you empty so you can fill up with art, Klaus? The hell we create around us, Klaus. What's around me again, Klaus? Is there p**y on my face, Klaus? Did you stay for Tan Lin, Klaus? I mean, I didn't see you in the audience, Klaus. You know he's an American f**ing treasure right, Klaus? Have some respect, Klaus.