Jun 2017
before losin' a lost leg lost in a fall over Niagara Falls on a fall hike
with tricky **** Nixon's 3rd grandson who looks like President Ike
Hi Gloria, I'm in the family way, time to get a job handling cat crap
'cause I'd never hang on demon-crone Steinem the ****-******* rap
while she's ******* to infanticidal chaos magick like a moaning ***
whose by-passed brain surgery became a slight brain surgerical trap
for the manipulation of her inflamed vaginal orifice wet fold to flap
to make us weak, sike-a-dikes too, like **** governor Milton Shapp
& team-mate John O. Lennon who picnicked on Everest's snow cap
God on high, may Gloria crap out on vacuumed tubes smeared pap,
liberated & forced down her gullet off Yoko Ono's anesthetized lap
from which drips Mexican wasp honey pancake syrup as maple sap
onto piles of beer-boozing-heart-land Kenuans snoozing in sakΓ© nap
whilst lips slip from my face into a sea lagoon from no Florida map
My 115 personalities don't crash with cracked-up loser Sybil whose
furry *** wins love in the dark, 2 sips of cream in a bowl of kibble
543 spooky incarnations ain't wrecked wacky schizoid Sybil whose
**** is prized by Central Park hobos ******* in kitty-littered dribble
or whose ****'s holy with crack hoes shooting dope without quibble
Elton's homosexual act inspires all as it was queer love at first sight
that touched Elton & 1 queer sailor in a ***** men's room toilet stall
2 heads above where light peeks through a ***** in the stained wall
I won't float with 2 feet in concrete atop the tough Atlantic sea with
spiny Linda McCartney, spin the hick **** knee, kin fun pick rot fee
& various junk that excites cops who propose that ***** be ***-free
as Bill & Hillary're 1 & 2 & Chelsea's pop Webb Hubbell's on cot 3
Webster's twisted heart, like his twisted colon, equals a piously-just
demise, as the windows to Chelsea Hubbell's soul're Webster's eyes
I am stupid from photogenic angina up from my picturesque ******
I am so rabid from photogenical angina in historical South Carolina
Look out Tupac! I know he is dead. I just like saying it aΒ Β lot. Look
out Tupac! Homiez from yo 'hood are gettin' their ***** ***** shot!
with tricky **** Nixon's 3rd grandson who looks like President Ike
Hi Gloria, I'm in the family way, time to get a job handling cat crap
'cause I'd never hang on demon-crone Steinem the ****-******* rap
while she's ******* to infanticidal chaos magick like a moaning ***
whose by-passed brain surgery became a slight brain surgerical trap
for the manipulation of her inflamed vaginal orifice wet fold to flap
to make us weak, sike-a-dikes too, like **** governor Milton Shapp
& team-mate John O. Lennon who picnicked on Everest's snow cap
God on high, may Gloria crap out on vacuumed tubes smeared pap,
liberated & forced down her gullet off Yoko Ono's anesthetized lap
from which drips Mexican wasp honey pancake syrup as maple sap
onto piles of beer-boozing-heart-land Kenuans snoozing in sakΓ© nap
whilst lips slip from my face into a sea lagoon from no Florida map
My 115 personalities don't crash with cracked-up loser Sybil whose
furry *** wins love in the dark, 2 sips of cream in a bowl of kibble
543 spooky incarnations ain't wrecked wacky schizoid Sybil whose
**** is prized by Central Park hobos ******* in kitty-littered dribble
or whose ****'s holy with crack hoes shooting dope without quibble
Elton's homosexual act inspires all as it was queer love at first sight
that touched Elton & 1 queer sailor in a ***** men's room toilet stall
2 heads above where light peeks through a ***** in the stained wall
I won't float with 2 feet in concrete atop the tough Atlantic sea with
spiny Linda McCartney, spin the hick **** knee, kin fun pick rot fee
& various junk that excites cops who propose that ***** be ***-free
as Bill & Hillary're 1 & 2 & Chelsea's pop Webb Hubbell's on cot 3
Webster's twisted heart, like his twisted colon, equals a piously-just
demise, as the windows to Chelsea Hubbell's soul're Webster's eyes
I am stupid from photogenic angina up from my picturesque ******
I am so rabid from photogenical angina in historical South Carolina
Look out Tupac! I know he is dead. I just like saying it aΒ Β lot. Look
out Tupac! Homiez from yo 'hood are gettin' their ***** ***** shot!
