how about i slap you? impress a hand to cheek, rather than lip to lip? and then tell you... your science, beginning with biology, really does, require an obstruct? you won't be laughing... you'll be... i love this word... beguiled... so... ******... start juggling those bananas, for the equivalent to ******* artefacts; keep two oranges for spares in terms of *******? **** me! applause! clap clap.

when i'm laughing,
i'm not laughing about my
neighbours...
   i'm conjuring the "sight"
of two doughnuts..
and before i write an invoice...
i... seriouslly have to...
              sober up...
otherwise i'd be trying to
tame a rhyme.
**** me, those two doughnuts...
get chilly with the *foster the people
band...
        and say: oh dad, just slurred
         a kilogram of ice-cream...
come on, *****! be more imaginagtive!
that's like saying
chimps originate from madagascar....
oh ****, and an itchy nose to boot...
dangling cigarette
      and the hope for ballerinas
to cure anorexia...
         well... we're all the hopeful lads
                      whistling, or surfing,
or skate-boarding;
i mean, **** me, you're hardly
going to take to the zenith
of aiming at a *****-slap, as life-defining
moment to turn into an anecdotate.