Can I let you in on a little something
That to me has been wrong way rubbing
While some folk might think it's nothing
Like kissing on a second cousin

But something about this don't seem right
Now I ain't trying to start no fight
All depends on your appetite
On what you do and do not like

But me, I don't like all the complaining
Especially from those misbehaving
Gets my head all into aching
Which happens a lot these days lately

They expect us all to follow along
But what if we don't dance to that song
Can you tell me what about that is wrong
Aren't we all individuals

I guess they expect you to go with the crowd
Not to think or do by yourself
Be a good little sheeple now
Tell you when and where to bow down

Have they ever thought of discussing
In a calm voice without the cussing
Maybe then we'd all learn something
Cause all of this whining is unbecoming

That's about all I gotta say
I'm tired of being rubbed the wrong way
To me, this ain't okay
Oh and by the way...have a nice day

Old lion
Mangy mane,
Draped over thorny bough,
Eyelids flipping flies.

Esses bring down
Some poor horned
Soul.

Down climb and
Belly growl,
Take tender parts.

Too idle to branch,
Sleep on sandy floor
In lovely shade.

i guess
i’ll love you
the way the sun
loves the moon
and you
will love me
the way the grass
loves the trees
perfectly in synch
but just a little too different
to ever truly
be.

I'm one of those blessed I know
To get along with my toes
So I took time out in my day
To give them all different names

The big toe I have on the right
I gave him the name of Frank
You may ask the reason why
But frankly it's escaped my mind

The one that's sitting next to him
I went ahead and named him Slim
Skinny is as skinny does
And he's the skinniest of the toes

Then there's the one in the middle
He's the one that loves to wiggle
So he needs a special name
And that is why I call him Dave

The toe that is next in line
Has gotten crooked over time
So I nicknamed him Senator
Which seems to suit him fine

And then there's little Pinky
But doesn't everyone I'm thinking
Try as hard as I might a new name to find
Pinky's the name that comes to mind

Don't you know when it comes to toes
And you have more than one of those
To cut out on the confusion
I gave them all names of my choosing

They say it's in the little things
The little changes that come along
Like an afternoon shower and the rain it brings
One minute here, the next it's gone

You might have tossed out more than one hint
And me a mess, I missed the catch
A far off look, a hidden glance
And if you did it never took

Novacanish in its numbing
Loneliness cries out alone
I should have seen it coming
But I barely saw it go

With backs turned in the bed at night
Puzzled looks like a Rubik's cube
I twist and turn in my effort to find
Where I went wrong with you

But with no genie in the bottle
Poured out on the linoleum floor
A relationship that's gone hostile
Wishing for one drop of you more

Novacanish in its numbing
Loneliness cries out alone
I should have seen it coming
But I barely saw it go

These are the comprehensive bones of Ossabus

The United States, and without his wife
And the outcome will fool unique historical
interpretation of history; the activity of the heart
called the wind as the day goes by, so that
the cerebrum decreases clearly suggests harm;
my friend is going to heat up the film
configurations of the product characteristics
and French, the role of the Jews? That it is so;
history by the new and change, and is a fool,
and sent to each of the massage and pain
And once not only gay fish safe.
"And it is if one of the problems",
Clinical can not miss: depending on Ayagọ
This weather to heaven is less is made
from a set of products that are left behind;
Thank you is what you need eighteen.
The removal of more than deaths of the targeted
advertising campaign that she ministers rumors;
Quboiam apertures Shadow restaurant.

GE is the gate, waiting for the bread of women

American Nephilim finds a wife and lives
in Hell they dream of having six; water
is carried blue; Half of kids with poetry's history
war in the air, the ground with a big heart
needed barely Rainbow yellow baby had
a year old ***** the spirit of their parents
knew the form of the Medusa energy center
walking friends, and converging the heat
of the fall of it, will list 1 on the rock, the Gallic
and the School of bend and out of it are the
flight of the rich man of the Jews, to kiss
for the change; and for a proverb of madness
of the conversion of the barbarians to the
morning, leaving us in the morning
of the United States and gay T fees. It is well
known that one of the lips to the mirror and was
kindly and found that it was now ever used
in the field of alchemy, and cerebellum;
that is to say, from the weather to sleep and died
in a dog who once was sometimes useless dance
ever mobilization which they have not yet girls
have their own style of play, the guys would
not have pleased to tell me the cat who died
was a kid In the meantime waiting for her pieces
of peanut concept;         Take care of the shadow
of the food of the hole.
GE to the bone stands for the cakes of women:

American life, and without his wife
having been found dead, Seventeen reported
having kidney's historical story of war in the middle
of the air the heart of the works for the world,
so great that it is not uncommon at the age
of the yellow and yellow rainbow
Parents do not have the form
Companies in Medusa, walking among friends;
and by the way the heat of the way,
that does not have to fall in the two sides,
and 1 album of the rocks and the French School
the rich flee to and the parts of the A,
that is in the middle of the Jews,
through the kiss of a change in it;
And the stories, and the changes were mad
All morning until the people gave us
In the morning, the gay and United States t-bills
money. It is known that one of your lips
The reasons why they saw through a glass,
and saw me but now it's always in the field of alchemy,
collection, snake, that is to say the thick weather
Heaven of the dead, With a dog, that is,
dance dance now remains without it is not a ******
recommended guys taking mode. Give me a kid,
and I will promise:a dog that is at the door of a dead man;
and waiting long for your wife, take care of three jobs
to fix the holes in the shadow of food.

GE to the bones to wait for the loaves to the women

United States and without his wife
we have seen the remaining seven levels
having cancer story history in the middle
the wind heart of the works for the passage,
so far you're not frequent at age of rainbow
rainbow and yellow parents do not have the form
Centers in Medusa, walking among friends;
and by the means of heat of the way,
not to fall on both sides and three volumes
of rockets and French libraries the rich flee to
and the parts of A, who was in the middle
of the Jews through the kisses of a change in it;
And the stories, and the changes are foolish
It was all morning until the people gave us
In the morning, gay money and US dollars
money. You know that one of your goals
The reasons they see through glass and saw
me but now it's always the field of alchemy,
snake, snake, that is to say of weather in Heaven
of the dead, With dogs, that is, this dance dance
exists without being a ****** recommended people
taking position. Give me a child and I will promise:
a dog is at the door of one that is dead and then
waiting for his wife to maintain three jobs
             of the holes in the shadow of food.
GE is to wait for the bread of the bones of the women,

United States without his wife we have seen
the remaining seven levels; the latest arc having
historical mean; the works of the heart called wind,
Often they are so much the age of the rainbow
of things not seen the form of the iris yellow
The Centers of Medusa walking with friends;
and heat means that out of the way;
emergency three sides of anxieties
and live a rich and driving the French libraries
And the parties are in the midst of Jews through
the orifices of the change in it; the stories
and changes in the foolish it was early
in the morning all the people,
who also hath given unto us, even to the
In the morning, the dollar funds gay
funds. Handed down to you, 'You know, that one of
for now we see in the mirror and saw no reason
but me, ye have not always remember the words
in the field of alchemy, snake the snake',
that is to say the weather conditions in heaven,
the dead dogs, that is, the dancing dance
recommended by people not being a ******
Lieutenant. Give me a child, and I promise;
And dogs who have died abroad
keeping a wife of the tribes of the jobs in waiting
for the holes in the shadow of food.

Medusa and Lizzie stood at the edge of the tumbling tidal plunge.
“I guess I’ll be making me amends.” said Lizzie dolefully.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“I was a scoundrel to you and your bunch. I deserve a good flogging.”
“Oh? Why didn’t you say so!”
Going to the ship and clambering up and inside Medusa returned wearing a short black leather cape and mask, carrying the twenty-foot twelve plait magical Leather Bullwhip.
“I say, ******,” said Perry sitting up on the grassy knoll. “What do you think is going on here?”
Hat over eyes, ****** mumbled something, not seeing Medusa taking Lizzie roughly by the arm and dragging her to the open clearing before them. ****** was snoring, fingers over his belly, Perry watching with rapt interest as Medusa pushed the woman to her scuffed knees and lashed her wrists. Lizzie lowering her head of long frizzy blonde hair bending forward to make her gritty sweat drenched back muscles the more pronounced under the precipitous waterfall’s crystal spray.
The cowboy heard the first crack of rawhide on splitting flesh but stayed asleep dreaming it was Medusa getting the beating when in reality it was Medusa lacerating the robust pirate who’d requested the treatment as proper discipline in accordance with the code of the high seas. Lizzie didn’t shriek at first; bearing up to the brutal lashing but as Medusa showed no sign of abating, the woman threw her head back howling and screaming in insensible agony. Her body numb with a feverish pain; Lizzie shook from head to foot and turned the color of blood even where she weren’t bleeding. At last collapsing on her face barely conscious, tears and perspiration clouding her reddened eyes.
“Up, *****,” ordered the Mistress. “Have you had enough?”
“No, ma’am” came the growling whimper. “I let meself be captured by those scurvy knaves. For thet I deserve at least three hundred more lashes.”
“So be it!”
“Mistress Medusa! Stop!” shouted Perry unable to take the sight any longer. Blood from Lizzie’s taut muscles had sprayed everywhere attracting crawling colonies of insects to the sweet nectar. “I can’t sit watching you beat a woman to death.”
“What have you been doing ‘til now?” scolded Medusa.
“I wanted to see how far you’d, oh, I should have known.”
“Relax, Periwinkle. She’s going to need a good cleaning up before she has any supper. Why don’t you take her over by the waterfall. Dawn will give you something to make the leathery old broad smell like a ton of roses.”
Confused by it all, Periwinkle helped Lizzie stagger to her feet leading her by the waist to the flowing waters there she sat up on a rock trying to stretch her limbs but they were shredded.
Dawn brought Perry a bottle of cooling salve. “Here you are, Mister Perry.”
“Thank you, Dawn. This will ease the pain I’m sure,” he said patting a *** of the wet cream into his hand stepping to the brawny pirate’s defined back to begin smoothing it over her rough skin.
“Perry,” she said, “Let’s get this sweat off me ‘fore ya go a-wastin’ that thar fine perfume what ya got there. Leave it be, lad, it’ll be there when we need it. Whyna join me under the spray an’ have a bit of it. I’m for the taking as is.”
Perry feeling the twitch in his ***** tore out of his vest and collar. “Get it all off, man, we’s not doing laundry.”
“Oh, right,” he said, tugging off sox and braces.
Naked as man and very large woman they dipped under the chilly waves. He was luxuriating at the sandy shoal enjoying the flowery wind blowing over the verdant mountainside.  “This is paradise,” said Perry laying in the rippling currents.
****** awoke to the smell of Dawn’s bubbling cauldron. He sat up hungry and ready to eat.
“Mister ******, you cannot eat ‘til you have bathed,” said the witchy gypsy.
“Bathed?”
Yes,” she said. “We cannot eat my mother’s grass soup until we have cleansed our inner light.”
“I don’t know,” he said catching himself mid sentence.
Leaving the boiling ***, her body well rounded and dusky olive Dawn trundled to the flowing mist her limbs bristling. Medusa scaly and filthy giving him a look he could never live down he pulled off his rumpled blue outfit.
“You look a whole lot different when you drop all that cowboy gear, you know that?”
“Uh, I reckon so. I don’t ‘member the last time I walked around buck naked like this. I’m sure liking this heat.” ****** without his chaps and hat and other duds was a surprise. He looked like something natural to the rainforest. Maybe an ancient panther god. Medusa meanwhile was shedding scales all over the place in the Amazonian heat. She was starting to turn so dark a shade of green she appeared brown, and her vipers, in her ultimately relaxed state of mind appeared to have transformed into long black curls that lay wryly down to the hollow above her ***. Taking his fingers like a child they walked hand in hand into the breaking waves.
After they’d eaten Medusa felt relaxed, like her bones had turned to water. The sound of the big river flowing nearby made her thighs vibrate and she opened her eyes to search out the man. He wasn’t far. This was new. It still felt like a surreal dream, everything since the huge sacrificial ceremony all those potions and powders and juices still made her head spin. The jungle heat made her center of gravity tilt so Southward she could barely walk upright. She was throbbing with a need she thought she had banished a thousand years ago. “**** this play-cowpoke, he got to me,” she thought, “Curse that white bandana, and his perfect ***. I gotta get over this,” she lectured herself; but not this second. She laughed out loud and tapped his shoulder as they sat by the fire. He jumped a little, but then granted her a new thing. A slowly sweet smile. And she rolled into his arms in a heated abandon of simply wanting to be held to his flesh, kissed, to feel his hips grating on hers, and then to sleep, nothing more.
This was a whole new world.
Perry and Lizzie taking a flaming torch and winding further up the mountainous path, stopped on a steep plateau where planting the flame, she playfully tackled him, pinning him to the ground. He was prepared as ever. Her groaning moans were pleasure mixed with pain from the severe beating Medusa had given her, not that Lizzie Quick, Queen of pirates hadn’t had worse at the hands of the Royal Navy. The chattering women were hairy and hunched; the naked ringleader of the bunch coming forward with her shaman husband.
“Remy!” cried Perry. “What are you doing here like this? What’s happening?”
“Arrgg me hearty. You be my prisoners now and me wife’s gotta thing about heads. She likes ‘em real small an’ yours is too big, Periwinkle.”
“Have you gone mad, man? You can’t shrink our heads!”
“Oh sure they can. They’ve got it down to a science. I even helped ‘em make a few improvements. Take ‘em away, grrrls!”