If you make it to another staring Satan slayer, that still confounds me
By the trick punishment, lashing seethes that bad spot, little cin-chee
You've positioned yourself with blades past problems, actually, rather a life
Everyone's creations settle real hammers but want to stop garlic cooking strife
Is letting the flavor definition  of receiving killers statements an opening and groove?
****, we're a flat tire, rather than the little maid that's really yourself, that's rather the element to prove
Again, allowed as part of therapy, a wig and a bank and to give pause for attenuation
We're morose as moss, though today, as if in a market finally to be sold, alright, go for a nation
Make sure when you sell that body the serious subject is the mint of forms of people, best of  the poor thunder  
Though I make it back anyway, there's a property pleased to announce, it's a field, water above and under
Half trying to get scores of time back from lack of prosperity, even a mere better daisy
Obviously, end with the old begin the new, but rations of fake smiles and a face storage box, hazy
What double trouble does for their friend, no one believes is cool, are the matters known?
Proceeding definitions and past stealthy secrets squeal as gravy on rainbow meat off the bone
Talking variations of lame, seeing the old country power flash and loud chili peppers in their speech
Finally in an extremely finite of whose who, kissing their *****, the ***** confesses, stitches her peach
It's one more loss for the glassy, nor free, applicant of wasted irony, done good for nothing and back!
...Why settle on the best, when the better than that, certainly might season the next, forgetting nothing and her crack!