You’re a bi-****** as a oneself & you’re able to impregnate yourself
without humpin’ your 2-ton mommy or her **** we all call Tommy
whose crucifixion complex could toss Jesus off His divine golf cart
before the Holy Ghost from our Trinity’s Godhead decides to depart
so as to be a ****** Cairo, Egypt Great Pyramid lab-mouse *******
who ain’t scared to hack off his nose to live as a big-mouth breather
Regardin’ some people, you can tune a guitar but you can’t tuna fish
with Bob Stack’s hay stack needle tugged from the *** of Lilly Gish
moments before she received her Hershey Highway back-door wish
without the hot dog bun, horse radish cream sauce & chutney relish
Michael Robinson’s ***** is intact after cosmetical lifts quite shady,
to become Michelle Obama: the 1st guy to be America’s First Lady,
with 2 breast implants, an inflamed Adam’s apple & a *** prostate
that Barry Soetoro strokes for Hillary Clinton, ex-Secretary of State
who scissors Huma ****** early, to munch Abedin’s fur-burger late
in the rockin’-chair posture that for this gay muffler sits automatical
like environmental pneumonia that is treated as non-opportunistical
When your head’s cold & painful hourly it’s blue lid con blah clock,
the first time large sodomites pork you as that new kid on the block
while your ** pigs out on ham sandwiches like lard-*** Mama Cass
you feel the bed-******’ urge to yell “Shut up ***** it’s Christ Mass!”
Slow down in slight places, you O.J. Hertz Rent a Car lobby jogger
because no hobbyest, steady at wobbling, loves a star hobby hogger
when pine knobs in the drain will work as a bad-*** knobby clogger
*** **** chemists are doing it though they claim it’s not food-grade
the vanilla extract synthesized from cow **** that cools in the shade
No you can’t use them big checks & debit cards before you are paid
while syphilitic trauma rots cortical bark for a butler & his fat maid
whose camaraderie is a syndicated-business-share differential inlaid
After the dog pound gassed my small cats, Jehovah sent me big rats
to tragedize the tragical rat-poisoning deaths of Newkirk belfry bats
in a hamlet what cares not for boys or girls or old women or men or
surgeons who cut Bruce Jenner’s ball vas to make him a loose tenor
All I want for Xmas is my ***** stomped like ***** Cooley’s wife,
till there ain’t no ***** dope-dealin’ left in my *****’s doped-up life
for burn-unit help in cooling the cauterization of pyrophorical strife
that’s more back-stabbin’ friendly than a big sike-a-**** with a knife
I have been critically wounded very mortally by Cupid’s lone arrow
that has cut my ulna arm bone right through its stupid bone marrow
like it broke for ****** sike-a-dikes Bonnie Parker & Clyde Barrow
under the Tommy guns of monkey-****-eating **** Clarence Darrow
who made the widest lanes on the streets of logic illogically narrow
to constrict the spastic free-will of free-wheelin’-sassy Cissy Spacek
with the wish of recreatin’ a Forest Lawn-spazzy Missy encasement

In 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴, the acclaimed 1985 television comedy series created by Susan Harris, Rose and Blanche are friends. In 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘦𝘸, the acclaimed 1844 novel written by Eugène Sue, Rose and Blanche are twins.

Eric wanted to be chest-deep in Tina's personal problems and so he begged her to tell all. "Well," she began, "it started when my mother was a German prisoner during the war in Siberia. She was a ***** lass with a gutsy *** and an iron will that was unconquerable. One day, as pigeons were roasting quietly in a barrel, mom pulled out a hand grenade from her bikini briefs. Her jailors were shocked because they were peeing on an electric fence, which negated the need to blow their ***** to hell. This was her opportunity to escape, to make her way north to whatever's north of Siberia which is probably nothing. Days slid by like tuna fish casserole through the intestines of Haitian Negroes till finally she found herself in Alaska sipping rancid wine with Adolf ******'s ex-neighbor's fifth cousin." Eric yawned and keeled over. It was the vaccine. His heart had swollen to thrice its size which is twice plus one. "Darling! Are you alright?!" Tina exclaimed while absent-mindedly removing the money from his wallet. Later it was revealed that "Eric" was a robot, a robot programmed to spread lies about vaccines. Tina laughed when she found out and had to be sedated by a yacht salesman who used to be a ***** and a homosexual.