famous grouse* has a tickling
           accent of chocolate,
compared to the smokey
              tendency of bell's...
when smoked salmond
met a baltic sushi herring
   which later became a smokey
whiskey...
      hey: i'm on mars already!
<waves, but does not plant
a flag>
                   you smile
while sheering sheep into
                              woollen coats?
i must admit: dying them
could help,
          maybe shock purple:
of V pink...
                   whoever walked
in Kentucky and bit off
the articular cartilage
               and the trabecular bone...
ooh: tickles the cannibal
formed from eating a chicken...
cocerning the title?
   the perversity of needing
to disperse...
      a fat slob who?
inacted the plausability of a state...
mind **** with:
could have been a roofer...
            met a lazy Russian lass...
there is honestly a part of me
best represented in a pdf. format...
but until that gets exposed:
we'll just stick to graffiti...
   that ****-show you call
a shadow of a waterfall hit
by Hiroshima's history  while
            taking a ****
on a brick wall?!
                  sign me up...
   the impetus?
i simply call him gruff or
                          γραφ...
just seeing the macro-lego
in translated danish, away from
kindergarten makes sense...
i was comparing two whiskeys
and i was the white trash,
wasn't i?
             oh right...
       thank **** i didn't have any
children to pass on the curse...
it really takes ***** celebrating
failing...
          i mean: i watch about
200 movies in the space of a day
with the number i see:
grinding teeth relieved by
the hot topic of a: king david
       attempting onomatopoeia
while not singing,
  but instead moaning:
  pinching the zenith of expression
came a phallus, a *****,
  and a:                    lingua...
             and each acted out
the rabbi, priest and imam joke...
       of: walked into a pub for
a pint...
            if they didn't walk out
with a jihad, a crusade or
   a holocaust? some eskimo
must have poured them alaskan tonic!
- look at me, i'm dressed
up all mime with the expression
best summarised by: huh?!
         i hate cheap jokes...
        but i make cheap jokes...
suits the sort of ugly *******
that i am...
                in terms of lyrics,
a bit like attempting to wave the Titanic
away, in Southampton,
while listening to enya's sail away...
the fun part comes with:
i actually don't know what's
funny about all of this.