dear salted peaches we attend each political commission of husband crisis
we who check out leather daddies flying into unidentified rhyme schemata
for big big blowjobs on the face of the old regime put our hands on riveting
members all intent to pluck a few toes before glossing each and every man
oh man the new me recognizes a few big asses participated in BIG BLUE
HEAD HOLE international crime spree blowing water thru blowholes with
big big beerbottles .. floating from the sky where all guilty ass atrocities are
fully wickitiwacking hence we bearhug more bushes into #2 husband each
search ditty blinds & us we take our pills and get blah to the next atrocity
in ex-wickitiformalism its ingrained groveling of officials “dude groveling”
lest we ping each beancan with birdcalls & say do not cum here longer
til further politics of the other hand hit home where our locks are doors
we calls the police-the-police it’s a strange weal indeed and formidable
here’s my settlement granted in poo I cry w/each baby for the poo police
