TREATING DEAD MEN LIKE FAMILY ingratiates morticians &
statisticians, assistants to quack physicians & staph-blind clinicians
***** hike gal gay traction with Michael J. Jackson who is for sale
during lactation class held over at a one-four-****-Jew-day fraction
'Tis acceptations that ravish your affectations, torn to soily rainbow
ribbons by gibbons holding their powdered, puckered, pouty lips in
Let me bask on the beaches that you have in your huge, smart brain
while I collect water that drips from your red livers like kidney rain
onto my sprained elbow that I got from a big poodle attack in Spain
among fraternal friends riding the Mongolian cyrillic-alphabet train
with a grace more so ephemeral than the not-so-livin' x-Sally Blane or ******-babblin' nitwit Douglas **** or a bludgeoned Bob Crane
in love with hippy-trippin,' dill-hole lickin,' leg-shakin' ankle sprain
in love with chapped-hole *******, mid-brain-shaking cranial strain
to confound German allopathical ****-strokers on Earth's still plane
that abounds in big-boobed broads bouncing on bumpily-flat terrain
so discovered Tarzan beneath the slutty gown of freckled-*** Jane
that had oozing, bull-whip welts & ****** bruises from a tow chain