So let’s play out a hypothetical.
There’s terms and agreements
This chaw chew chode
Sticking in my black hole
A mouthy banana so big
It just looks like entropy station
The ball rolling around
And the gaped out whore we call Alberta
My dick is really craving some white red hick
With huge popping titties
And all the Neanderthals
Often looked towards this tribes
My Viking heritage to conquer
I still believe we were gracious to you
And I can’t get that through to the men
Who settlement is forgiven
Why should I say
I owe you twenty two forty four
The low on my list
From all of last year.
Inflation makes my cider cost
Like an entire dollar more
It’s change could condition
And just to spend
Means impregnating them.
I love you deary deary dolls
I’m mearly after the tresequay
Or what I call princess
So I can head all your belongings
And insure them for millions
That’s not really what we’re looking for
My judas, my son,
If you shoot me in the face with your grandaddy’s shotgun.
I’ll have you arrested from scratching my balls.
I mean YOU. IT’S ITCHY DOWNSTAIRS.
LIKE THE FAN OF NUMBER ONE
I’m a mere supporter of the courts
But in our best fore-sight
We finally got a fucking week off
From the interrogations
And getting through
Is like hot blue glue on a potatoe.
It just didn’t seem right
Ever since I saw the drizzley goo
I’m coming after you.