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Jul 2017
You'll not stop me from caring by burning the clothes I am wearing
because, as I'm horridly burning to death, I will be happily cheering
& love-sharing with loafers who are traveling by truck or sea-faring
on the salty oceans of life with their tinny, auto-tuned music blaring
into the waxy ears of teens, mesmerized through gay, far-off staring
If King Kong were my part-time butler I would pay him really well,
'cause on low pay part-time butler King Kong gets madder than hell
She was tall like an elevator shaft & I knew she drank beer because
her bare feet were shoe-shod down there where 2 shoes equal 1 pair
If only we had used a new working tape recorder we could've audio
recorded, on Maxell cassette tape, your blue jerking ****-free order
that favors transient mail man checked out on the latest letter sorter
Let us race to the dog park to eat 44 million fog nuggets in the dark
or, if our teeth don't break off at the gums, we'll gnaw live oak bark
while our eyes fall out & our ******* are ate by a *****-eating shark
𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ
Written by
𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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