It remains the heaviest, steel-toed shoe, on target, I threw and it is a
heart-breakingly horrible pity if she is pretty, especially if she's you
“How's every little thing?” I asked the grey corpse of X-princess Di
to which she gurgled, as her blue blood was caked dry, “Okay now,
but earlier a gang of Obama's ******* spit on me as they limped by”
And suddenly my testicles went numb just after I turned 30 & I had
to call a waitress over 'cause my concubine's salad fork was so *****
from wild-bird **** shat by a wild bird that the waitresses call Birdy
It's midway between pitched darkness & Pollyanna that I reside, for
I ain't been completely made loony by Katie Couric's gay menticide
It's not the only heavy shoe I threw because she's pretty if she's you
She's pretty if she's you, no matter the great heft of the thrown shoe
What's your color, pig-**** Edward Teller? I am albino transluscent
in Rickover's attic & black as an opal in my big French wine cellar.
Like a ***** on morphine I will scratch your eyes out soon forever,
until I'm done with that & then it's onto a free food-stamp endeavor
that roughens up the horns of French boars hung like honkies never