oh, you don't actually think? ha ha! yeah, i aimed at expressing white man's reggae and selling my soul with the title and the oncoming tide of a hurricane!*

i could write much
but i feel so exhausted;
the epitome of an epidemic,
esp. one that isn't stressed;
well then alice,
you're ably bodied, and,
well, p.s. *******!
chase the ******* rabbit...
go! go! go you yuppie *****!
everyone's waiting for karma marx!
teeth clenched and rubbing off
enamel with a smile...
well there's me with enamel hardly smiling...
ah, let's have a sing-along anyway to
hear a cowboy's ye-ha saddling up
like a *** with the stirrups!
i swear i discovered belgium with that chocolate
factory in Maine;
like the *** who found a balance saddled,
which brought him no closer to the Mongol's
successful escapade without the stirrup; oddly enough,
the russian said.