I'm planning on breaking the bank so I can finally take my
overpriced alliteration vacation.

I sold all of my favorite clothes to make ends meet,
So, I plan on wearing costumes all day to fake like I know what I'm doing.

Goodness...
I hate to say this, but I partied pretty hard in the woods the other
night with two super big intoxicated squirrels.

They showed me that doing ******* can live alongside a productive life.

I didn't believe me, but I asked them for a selfie anyway, I can
say that I'm finally growing up and learning the truth.

So...
mayonaise is my setiva.

My alternavite SHOOG.

I'm a bigger ****** blanket.
Woven with none one and syrup showup shoes.

I've dreamed.
And pictured a fragile rock.

So, I picked it out,
and sent an image of footage.

I sent it out.
I did..., I thought... Why not?

So...
instead of peace...
instead...ugh..I thought...
I figured...
ugh...
I just...
I must
ask...
What?

So I'm sorry.
I'll go back.
It took a long old little sory
to finally fight back.

Peeled, and held in glorious places.

Held, confunded, and shelved in the sort of spaces

that tend to find the lot.

To find the shot of heavy metals.

It'll hold the hot glue,
I knew how stiff are the sticker spaces?

Cuz I'm not so racist?
I just like jokes and neon scooters?
And what's up with that?!

I made a sandwich.

For my favorite girl.


I found her, found out what she loved.
So...I tried to unfurl her.
To fix up my girl.
But what I found wasn't that.

It  hurt.
It was curt.
And..
Well...
It was super complicated.

So I waited,
and faced what I knew was hard news.

Still... I waited,
and listened.

But that didn't matter

Not time.
Nothing did.

So I slid in to remission.
And held my self into a selfish chokehold.

....I'm told I'm not bad, I just deserve a chokehold.

Please, show it out the door.

Get it away, and pray for me.

I'm ignored by large proportions,
and favored by ****-lickin' pickle *****.

and NEVER!


I would never double down with them;

Instead... I sin.

I find **** holes
to dwell in.