where do you find? whatmeans?
san Quentin quail is girlish boy
or womanish girl in pants or mini-dress or chunky turtleneck
is it possible that part and parcel all
flesh cheese upset column and latin conjugation
write out the same voluptuousnesses
to kip on. ok, there’s no guarantor
of the sun who rises because nothing better’s
doing but step in front of a greyhound and see
if it won’t take you somewhere…ticket or no
hazmat, has matt done what? he did one thing
for forever. not eating nothing. never saw a cheeto
touch his lips. here EAT THESE!
but there’s estrogen in MSG and cheez-wiz
in the flambé. who wants to eat this? who wants
to take one bite? I take care to put what I want
my body to think it wants for my body’s benefit.
isn’t that right, brother donkey?
girls don’t fart they fluff, nothing so
lily white extrudes black pasted down
her inner thigh wants for my clammy
hands to clean her or at least move it
up to where it makes sense
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