Parked a party, chase is true and fun,  
how we bad boys are always told not to run.

Sitting as the sorted sayings sweetly suggest,
Wondering of the heart beat in my chest.

Crazed the dayz in so many interesting ways,
Mercy the mercenary and the mercury in its finest white glory,
A stead for sure one to give my white mule Pepe Apollo a **** good run or two.

Days of slapping piston fury, hurry, Badger, before she disappears with the sun,
Never forget your furied and devastatingly dashing moncho games at play, oh let us say, pushing the bounds of the integrity of every **** thing that little ******* nassassist comes in proximity too.

Oh indeed yes, truly one of those silly but far to aggressive children with not enough lessons, though being said a sound or two over heard he can be a bit of a dangerous  toy to enjoy abuse.

Yet here that rather unremarkable slack logged cost inificiant, not so coificiant, and truly lack luster low end but buster, wilts away a Saturday as seemingly instructed, though still hungry for the ride or the rode, yet truly simply **** curious as to where to go, for surely she knows all too well where this fellow born to endure hell has landed,
Considering that pitiful *** face he gets when he feels all standard or oh, wait for it abandoned, doomed to repeatedly search, search , close but no game of grenades, for no cigars today, and she said so sweetly how she minded not nor would sound a saying of sad little mad *** max smoking a well deserved cigar.

What shall a tattered, battered, hopeful *** Badger ever do?
Sit and wait for his love to come through?
Drive till the end of the line, rode, time, or the gurgling of water filled lungs resonate through and true?

now cast not a sad, mad or half slashed nor attempted bashed boasting my way, for I am he and he is me and we have chased , chased , chased ,chased and even been pushed away, cast out to sea see if the water is freezing yet no echo back from the safety of some hidden shore spoken of as this little  bad  blue binki needing Badger true and true a beast with the **** to get , that is if he can find a **** thing so far true.
Hmmmm, wonder if he will ever see this wonder of a woman today, whom he believes is truly in waiting of him, least this is what the all seems to say, though, leave it to this one true heart to ***** it all from the start, well, at least he is honest, and far more than a few very upset folks seems to wish to think, but another simple thing, is he even worth the chanced dared dance, wait that would entail real flesh and a real eye to eye glance of souls screaming out loud of the pain, agony ,desires, disappointments, humor and gut busting truths we all wish were far less but still they relieve the stress......
Mine  eyes, mine teeth, mine heart it do beat, and mine extremities and mine animal truly do desire to meet, but a good hand shake and a hi, nice to finally meet, over some sweet *** seats all public or discrete, sure do make for happy were wolf feet.

Much love and respect, this is simply a ...... Funny jest of loving best, and it is best when we can do this thing without anyone beating a chest, wait, scratch that, **** it ,I am Tarzan, lets just do what ever we can. Lol