and who, would
               even want to own
such a creature,
let alone
                              bait it?
              chances
with a grizzly?
      second to none?
good...
    too much
of a sadist
to allow with
these mantis
cushionings
that only arabs
can seem to
                   buy.
why do people laugh
when i seriously
tell them:
i want to wrestle
a rottweiler?!
  the ****'s wrong
with
authentically wanting
to wrestle a rottweiler?!
can pet a moth...
why can't i wrestle
          a rottweiler?!
death is but
a triviality
when it comes
to the people
with a continued
extension of life!
it's like...
  well... we need shrapnel!
ugh...
      itchiness!
    secondary though:
getting mawled by
a bear-mum
would be so much more
pleasurable
than being
ingested
by an infertile cancerous
growth...
   sorry...
        pain is a piquant
sense of taste...
like eating sushi,
or getting kicked
in the *****...
         the hot-air
balloon fried ****
   in latex versions of
cotton?
       the part where
i ******* or call
             pennywise?!
if ever a bestseller had
a name attached to it
akin to: wendy cunningham...
    or:
        obliterated hem...
****:
i'd settle for sober moscow...
but...
            it's circus freaks
and the one who still
has 50cl of ***** on him...
trying to play bargain...
with everything
that's actually bogus.