Who is this be is this here Louise,
that you so boldly offer to jeeze?
her bra-less strap you do finger and tease,
vainly attempting to quiver her knees,
she coolly proffers back to you Juan’s shades of gris!
Thinly you trace,
Lizzy smoking in the workplace.
Teddy doth fervently embrace his/her she-male lace,
as if in John Housmans: Around-the-World-Wacky-Paper-Race-Eighty-Day-Chase!
Chicken fisting with a blistered listing,
Greg's carpel tunnel brown wristing,
and post felatioed glistening,
due to extreme Roundtree twisting.
Cornelius will stay, crunching his Frito-Lay
atop Sisnaajini's snowy Navajo toupee'
Reptilian agenda pays the Greys,
every other semi-bi-weekly payday Friday
Yet your headless face shall remain,
inside the hovering, twirling, train
landing near Dreyfus's flat-top mountain with no name,
laser blasts like pee pee pain!
Chubby rain spews into your bristling mane:
A Habanos scented Lewinsky stain!
Should have invested in that Supercuts chain!
Contrast! Value! Space and Form!
Troopers did storm the Wookie Dorm with chloroform
icing their hot joints until lukewarm
Huzzah! A swarm of skywalking spacecraft transform,
into a magnetic shitstorm of Wampa porn,
and filibustering robot pachederms to misinform!
Our automotive bailout carbuncle
funding Supreme Schusters and Simonist Garfunkle…
Platero’s peso bumble and stumble,
three dollar bill crumble.
Our nickels-pumple and still skins rumple!
Shedding and Molting!
Zombie cosmonauts revolting,
Whilst shaving to quickly, they nicked their Nolte
plasma drenched upholstery begat the inoculation of poultry
Baphomet vampire ritual chugging blood from sacred chalice,
downtown at during happy hour at Cheesy Chucks Vorilhon Palace!
Go ask Alice, about demon the gonad malice,
an acidic daedalus from the serpentine bukkake phallus!
Milk Moustache Titans of culture clash
flash your gash and show off your scatological rash
for cream you’ll dash,
across the bridges Nash,
for just a taste of the sacred stash, of scrapple and hash…
or a monte cristo if your so inclined?
Snort some lines with Larry Fine,
off of Gertrude Steins ampleur behind
mostly likely, prettily soon you will find,
that the worst possible thing that could happen at this time:
Is that eventually everything will turn out not entirely as terrible as one may have previously predicted.