Dry-chapped babes in hoops display it squarely with self-awareness
& crooked actualization, slight agitation & pathetical determination
hampered by bouts of disruptive pancreatico-digestive regurgitation
on bags of rocks, rags born of sox on hags sans pox-clot infiltration
I am agonizingly tortured by your abiding love for nationalized gun control with its '48-era Soviet Union Warsaw Pact-styled Joe Stalin
red-*****-****** implication that no dentist may shoot, to death, a
trans-****** in-between, frothing-at-the-mouth, queer rabies patient
who as a **** killer'd infect Beatrice, June, Janina, Eve & Hiroko to
exact vengeance on the lovely x-wives of crapped-out Henry Miller
whose monuments stand taller than the potency of a Lithium pill or
the dead-wood ashes added to Alpo as a commercial dog-food filler