For once,
there can never be enough
filth
that will not be gone with a flick
of the wrist, and a little incantation.
Jest is not in the particle,
It is in the galaxies.
Ralf is not a man.
Leaf cries when he is ripped.
But, he will be found and noticed
By the flamenco dancers
Who reside inside
All of the rocks that might
Be outside in the pavement
As we sip mango ***** beverages.
It is the silliest of events.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
For once,
there can never be enough
filth
that will not be gone with a flick
of the wrist, and a little incantation.
Jest is not in the particle,
It is in the galaxies.
Ralf is not a man.
Leaf cries when he is ripped.
But, he will be found and noticed
By the flamenco dancers
Who reside inside
All of the rocks that might
Be outside in the pavement
As we sip mango ***** beverages.
It is the silliest of events.