Faygo and ******* **** and a little braded naughty nancy who ain't really named nancy Tom Clansy sheets nasty. ***** nasty. Sheets nasty thats frequent from the New York jogger flopping floppy frogger. She stunk like hose water pan handling cleanly. Oh and touch my weeny weeny from the scene where Scheen bees. Hurt my hind haunches like the stank from the seat where old Ponch sits. Cooties grissle cookies wish, I wished yes betch I ****** up I bet-cha you're a ******* **** that facades as a proof fan because my homie used to use my Moving Van, but ****** I don't know your crow's feet until. Well.Well. Well know until this thesis because I wanted to write how more I **** **** with Rechard Simmons on the Weeknd's Porsche hood with permission because we isn't weight bizz-nitch. I'm itching Oren Ishy Iishi can you open up the crusty crumble, Wait I waxed my *******. ******* waste on bleach. I ******* bleached her *** buster with more catching up then mustard sauce. **** your Oddity I'll grab enough ***** from Fun-yun bags that reak fathered pharamones. Oh. I moaned Oh. Oh. Oh. I moaned.

the wash off of a hand
wedding bells of neglected sand

a told ***** and the sole torrent of breath
and
in the fold of the jury of junk
the folly frowned forth with a lemon-toned vest

a bold funk and the taxing of fervent-stale deaths

grissle of the earth, mined gusts of slivers, silver
shrapnel, captive tnt vibrations in sky-limbs

groped gizzards and
yet - grissle.

will the shimmer, slender,....   catch
the wings of a firey match?

will the pluck be of the orient, cape of hope, slight hug to cabinet of jewels?
The band to be....

a finger to tame the spirit
[almost the sweet sound could tarnish our love]
with a mission to commit precious-pressed dirt.
or that topaz.... or of the tidal pools of hope!