Thursday, September 24, 2009

Cloetry, written 9/12/09 3:45 am

Shenis ali fee fickle ko cuddle fuckle. Tickle offs monkey wearing white pants. F TO THA pony tail heela vertical horizans testing is festing in my tequila jam. Llama taints when and a ferrets paints a nasal cavity of my terminal velocity. Rat tails listen to Fu Manchu on top telephone booths in chest pain and T pains leftish nipple slipple. Lbs of striped fupas wrinkle the ocean floor. Bootery moot when Debbie Gibson and icarly play the flute. Affliction Shirts on fat dudes. Paused the cause of all that tokes The Hokey spoke of little Mary's lamb chop. Checkin the chicken flu for you, ju little, tater tots on flip flops. Poonag Dr. PEPPER cans, a little bit of skinny menus in my life. Adam Sandler's foot cool, and so is anyone who wrestles with jumpin beans through blue jeans. Virals and spirals on top of old smokey. Liver twats swats the thoughts of Whoppers.. (Not the burger) I wish I was wearing a crown bottle and swaddle some fiddle faddle. No touche me nachos or ponchos on sea conchies Coach Purses nurses the curses amongst all that fusses at buses and non trust its must it?

Abhor, anathematize, be disgusted with, B hostile to, B loath every scum bag bastardages with Absolute 1000 proof's worth, that caused the atrocious volley of 9/11. Forever shall our freedoms sing and ring with extreme potency, force, and the strength of a googolplex of Mr. Cleans, as THIS country's bling will live strong and never fade. May God grant copious bless to those that champion the beliefs we so invisibly stand for. And may "we the people" give nevermore to the selfless defenders. I still feel a chill when I see the tattered and faded bumper stickers that say "LETS ROLL"

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