there is this man
he writes poetry
his name is deer with no balls

he is a poetic symbol of zero
can he handle it
I'm not sure you have to call him and find
out yourself

lady with the big owl eyes
somewhow you suck
dick like some kind of poetry fiend
yes i watch you on the other side
fondling people's words
with hand over hips
big eyes and all

she wears the year on her fare
like a cloud of wind blast
hot summer, climate, humid
all the time the sind blows

what is it that turns cool
the chill of leaves green and brown

fig sucking
lollipop

green
small
insignificant

you a fat pig and not very attractive
your comments are fuckin unreal you phoney macy's day poarade float

nickels well
Plaguenessishpish James
neuter dog in the point of saint night
oil in brown cherish, mystic cherry
how, hours in

fresh like the game of tennis

_So called mary killed the leak lake in the gusher for good and the killers came to the house
in may the fantastic mud went to the mouth and age the animals dead

toady todd got mixed WOW

Dirk in jerk is bra
Brother in curve masturbate
Tackle tickle ttat titt oh
Master the actor the faker the ma, ms , the baker
Thee bagel the baker the boy

Hey there is a bird the boy the bit the bat the bacon
Oh goggle, this yahoo mountain in poem is the poetry
Octupus in mouse to ffake the fluff in flake
The snow skate