Oct 2017
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Here on 2 limbs hobbles a 110-year-old pervert, Kirk Douglas, who
fugged fugging Marilyn Monroe fugless like 1 Aussie **** Kug lass
***** it tightly, sweet, slutty ***** in a perch from the lowest mast
with the queer **** who kicked in your teeth after you back-sassed
a family ******, I meant therapist, 47 centuries ago in the recent past
whilst kaffirs sold for a displaced value & **** got 'em lynched fast
as slaves were replacement-ready when white girls got them gassed
as ******* were placed steady when pink-titted girls had 'em gassed
as slaves were replaced already 'cause **** broads got them gassed
'cause any way you mounted it the leg-breakers struck a broken cast
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Give me your hirsute/textile/hombre love you lovely hairy rag man,
with your pointy nose, unlimbered leg & warts from Larry Hagman
who from the horse's mountable side snuck up like an airy stag ram
Don't take what little's left via state Santa Christmas merry bag ban
Let's dress like women in debt at the oldest Chuck Berry drag stand
My happiness is easily seen in blood-letting cirques as corpuscular
while my rippling backwards frontage is of a physique so muscular
that it is known by fat aunt Joan as socked-in and highly avuncular
In icy Florida I pine for Klondike my favorite Alaskan lesbian lover
who, in our gay igloo, resembled that big oily ****** Danny Glover
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Refugees flee what's so repressively dangerous that it's forever fled
The bloodied blood biz passes pathogens to bleeders bloodily bled
It is a dreadful situation that ****** folks find difficult not to dread
A gent is obliged to face conflict face first short of living in a shed,
plying the rough trade, rough-necking with ******* or playing dead
When my cruddy teeth are encrusted I brush the crud off with Crest
while working drainward with this golden cake of soap called Zest
Like a woman on public assistance I refuse to let my choppers rest
There was a time when talk of quiz was a precursor to an Iowa test
My basic skills are determinedly under-cutting my housewife guest
whose stems run north to her malignant tissue free mammae breast
In movies shooting orphans with high-powered rifles is done in jest
'cause in Amerika making ammunition is what wage-slaves do best
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Half way through May, again, I anticipate with regularity the June month, as my colon waves in spasms, goose stepping in quick time to June. I should look up old friends, old ****-buddies if I were a homosexual (which I'm not). It seems relaxing to sit when spoken to; to speak from a seat.
“I assure you,” the waitress said with the tight skirt.
“That's ****,” I said.
“What is?” She asked.
“The word 'assure' because it's got '***' in it,” I said.
“Even better,” she observed in a tight-*** framing way.
“Titusville, get it? Tight *** Ville?!”
“Oh yeah. Will you let me measure you against all women?”
“Sure,” she said. “It's the least that I could do.”
Panic came upon me like it was 1929.
“I'd sell everything to be rid of my things.”
“I hear you,” she said while adjusting her hearing aid.
“If you'll trust me just once I won't have to
buy a second pregnancy test,” I informed.
“I will. Besides, in the end, it'll all be
worth it, the ointment – everything.”
I could see her better because I sat behind her from where
she stood. “I'd **** a million democrats on your say-so,”
said I to get between her ***'s puffy parts.
“I love you,” she whispered as I gave
her a tip, my tip, just enough to win.
“Do you miss me mucho big? Am I not too mucho
macho for you?” I asked very Spanishly.
“You're **** when you talk wet-back. Are you a wet-back?”
“No, I'm not a wet-back.”
“That's good. I don't mind a little grease now and again.”
“Me too.”
The temperature was drooping (& dropping) and
I knew that pipes froze at a low temperature.
“Take off your ****** and let me feed you a taco.”
“I don't wear underpants.”
“Me too.”
That night our waitress/customer relationship
remained whole as I pulled out just enough to win.
► Los chinos dicen: "La vida y la muerte son la provincia de los cielos."
✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅
Here on 2 limbs hobbles a 110-year-old pervert, Kirk Douglas, who
fugged fugging Marilyn Monroe fugless like 1 Aussie **** Kug lass
***** it tightly, sweet, slutty ***** in a perch from the lowest mast
with the queer **** who kicked in your teeth after you back-sassed
a family ******, I meant therapist, 47 centuries ago in the recent past
whilst kaffirs sold for a displaced value & **** got 'em lynched fast
as slaves were replacement-ready when white girls got them gassed
as ******* were placed steady when pink-titted girls had 'em gassed
as slaves were replaced already 'cause **** broads got them gassed
'cause any way you mounted it the leg-breakers struck a broken cast
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Give me your hirsute/textile/hombre love you lovely hairy rag man,
with your pointy nose, unlimbered leg & warts from Larry Hagman
who from the horse's mountable side snuck up like an airy stag ram
Don't take what little's left via state Santa Christmas merry bag ban
Let's dress like women in debt at the oldest Chuck Berry drag stand
My happiness is easily seen in blood-letting cirques as corpuscular
while my rippling backwards frontage is of a physique so muscular
that it is known by fat aunt Joan as socked-in and highly avuncular
In icy Florida I pine for Klondike my favorite Alaskan lesbian lover
who, in our gay igloo, resembled that big oily ****** Danny Glover
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Refugees flee what's so repressively dangerous that it's forever fled
The bloodied blood biz passes pathogens to bleeders bloodily bled
It is a dreadful situation that ****** folks find difficult not to dread
A gent is obliged to face conflict face first short of living in a shed,
plying the rough trade, rough-necking with ******* or playing dead
When my cruddy teeth are encrusted I brush the crud off with Crest
while working drainward with this golden cake of soap called Zest
Like a woman on public assistance I refuse to let my choppers rest
There was a time when talk of quiz was a precursor to an Iowa test
My basic skills are determinedly under-cutting my housewife guest
whose stems run north to her malignant tissue free mammae breast
In movies shooting orphans with high-powered rifles is done in jest
'cause in Amerika making ammunition is what wage-slaves do best
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Half way through May, again, I anticipate with regularity the June month, as my colon waves in spasms, goose stepping in quick time to June. I should look up old friends, old ****-buddies if I were a homosexual (which I'm not). It seems relaxing to sit when spoken to; to speak from a seat.
“I assure you,” the waitress said with the tight skirt.
“That's ****,” I said.
“What is?” She asked.
“The word 'assure' because it's got '***' in it,” I said.
“Even better,” she observed in a tight-*** framing way.
“Titusville, get it? Tight *** Ville?!”
“Oh yeah. Will you let me measure you against all women?”
“Sure,” she said. “It's the least that I could do.”
Panic came upon me like it was 1929.
“I'd sell everything to be rid of my things.”
“I hear you,” she said while adjusting her hearing aid.
“If you'll trust me just once I won't have to
buy a second pregnancy test,” I informed.
“I will. Besides, in the end, it'll all be
worth it, the ointment – everything.”
I could see her better because I sat behind her from where
she stood. “I'd **** a million democrats on your say-so,”
said I to get between her ***'s puffy parts.
“I love you,” she whispered as I gave
her a tip, my tip, just enough to win.
“Do you miss me mucho big? Am I not too mucho
macho for you?” I asked very Spanishly.
“You're **** when you talk wet-back. Are you a wet-back?”
“No, I'm not a wet-back.”
“That's good. I don't mind a little grease now and again.”
“Me too.”
The temperature was drooping (& dropping) and
I knew that pipes froze at a low temperature.
“Take off your ****** and let me feed you a taco.”
“I don't wear underpants.”
“Me too.”
That night our waitress/customer relationship
remained whole as I pulled out just enough to win.
► Los chinos dicen: "La vida y la muerte son la provincia de los cielos."
