Yellow jackets’ yellow jackets
Licorice made of Venison
Stand over there, quite queer, my dear
While I drink a handle of Jameson

**** wizards and Eddie Izzard
Speak to me in glad tidings
Astronauts, sweet lizards' space gizzards
Jump over the back of book bindings

***** the misconceptions
Drive off the road into gravy
Split the checks, and **** on decks
Mistake my sound perceptions

Habeus Corpus
Parlay with ***
Start with darts
And move to the porpoise

The one-eyed man
With his one-finger hand
Told me the one secret to life

Live by twos
And find two truths
And hopefully, never find two lies

Three people can join
While three can soil *****
And three pairs of pants will be needed

Four mistresses
Take four distresses
And pop four pills a piece

Five dollars is all you need
For five pound of speed
To do, for five days, about nothing

Six skin flicks
With six dude-chicks
Make six uncomfortable scenarios

Seven is what you need
Seven of the kindest deeds
And then you'll find perfection in seven.

One, Two,
**** in the shoe
Makes walking
Hellishly uncomfortable

Three, Four,
You'll find me a bore
If you spend enough time
With me, unfathomable

Five, Six,
You make me sick
And I know that we
Won't be the same

Seven, Eight
Tell it to me straight
Because, frankly
I've already lost you

Nine, Ten
Said again
Missing you
Is the last thing
on my mind

Anachronous monogamy
Schwarzenegger gets to the choppa
Invisible maliciousness awaits to those who
Explore the jungles, Danny Trejo just wants help
Crisis in the management takes two eggs to heal it
Two eggs, two dregs, two more lines to make it through
The day. **** like howitzers, snake in my trousers, wearing overalls
Doesn’t make me gay. Pig farmers, snake charmers, **** undercover, pigs
Make the best companions. Dead of night, chill or fright, I’m here so talk to me.

Color me confused,
As one most often will do,
To strike a note with a concordance of thieves.

Away, away sweet thoughts on paper,
Melodrama and cherishment be thine.
Add a dash of insecurity
And away all conscious thought processes go.

A tongue-tied shade of green, you always seem to put me.
Playing without knowledge, with my thoughts and mind.

Deep within the castle walls, a creature stands listless,
With eyes of hazel and face chiseled in anguish and confusion.

To say that a man is a man is but one side of an ever-evolving equation,
And I can’t help but feel at loss.
For what should be with great elation to be near, all I feel is lost

With emotions in a tizzy,
To keep my mind busy,
One must try almost too hard.
So take what I say,
Writ it okay,
And pay no attention to my advances.