Thursday, August 10, 2006

Erroneous Calamity

Juice Tokens heaved to the pond
And the guy in scrubs up to his knee in broom spit

Grumbles some more and more snakes
Ooze into the T.V. memory

Indie! I am the monarch of the sea
The level of the grand pincer groomed

Even to steam up anyone on the block
Headed to shower and easy street

Catch these in the net, abandon.
They slip right next time through

All them gosh its great to yous

Hearty chunks in the wire, phoning
Next season, I promise, we get

A little throw you out, squeezed pulp genius.

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