Tried again:
Hawaii five oh how
tight your tiki dolls
fits, fits out back, a greased
pic’s roasting up in that
open pit spit where spraying hot rocks bury the path and an
avalanche
scores a touchdown all over that tight end’s lap of
luxury,
a dribbling drainage ditch that screams
”ca$h only”
so pass me a straw I’ll siphon that ol’ brady curse via
mouth to mouth
today’s the day our hamster exchange goes on lawaway
wipe it up in your hair or ration a gulp a day, either way
slutty poltergeists becon round
two, vowing spit-shined tiki’s
going back inside
you!
going back inside you!
theTyranton July 18, 2007 Link
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