French Fried burial posts
yoink then further twists
of your mammary appendages.
These days so much light
your gammas triangulate
to noose ends, shoe lace
doovelhoffer brought a 20
to spread cheese with, high-class
M.F.er wants a medal
and a bath of soapy pickles
to bring to the funeral.
Here’s bread and wax to gouge
a head with, oozy thought cork.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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