as we learn slang,
on the outskirts of
an urban environment;
came the horse,
with his own:
ye-ha cowboy prompt
to: giddy-up;
i.e. ******, i
don't have all day
to make a clown of
myself;
'cos this **** is hovering
above a libido
crafted from a hangover;
limp **** ain't gonna
cut it...
   and it never does,
when a prozzy is
round the corner...
      always the willing
salute, for a ******
general;
too bad when she
fakes her madonna...
major limp...
       ****** anyone
with a flacid *****?
   turn writing
into an antithesis of
******* imagery
of, versus, ****...
          whenever thinking
of the adjective form,
         and the rigid,
noun,
                 eyed
a ****...
           and said
good morning
       past this pretentious
drinking excavation
of uninhibited
                 gain of reduced
blank.
what?! **** smears!
     easy, easy,
         for some reason
whenever i think
of hungary,
    i think of a flag,
and only two colours...
white above,
dark brown, below.