Report from the Danube

The second half-length river report/eastern European edition.

I've stopped eating, I stick with the velcro mobs,

On a yacht in the beautiful polluted wearing a floral May dress,

I embarrassed myself by ordering ten blowjobs from the waitress,

And she blushed hard as if I had just ordered ten blowjobs.

Some have said our love is growing inward,

Like a festering blister on St David's Day,

She didn't look thirteen, she was immortally pretty,

She was a member of a grumpy butt-chinned cricket horde.

Work it. Drops dript,

Now leaving the small city for exponation only,

My long intestine has never felt this lonely,

A child is boring, the wings of a swallow clipt.