Hiatus when winter comes is for those on a sicker slump
business is picking up when I realize that my slippers plush
they sick of us but the boredom alone could sick a duck
I flick a butt, bury the ashes beneath this wicked dust...
allergens give a buzz that cause the senses to conflict, ah, ah, ah...
ahchoo I drain all the sauce through my wide open nostril
you want a lick its gonna cost you a chicken wing & pustule
I freakin love you like the freak who loves you in Easter huddles
pleased to touch you, waiting for the cracker/cheese tray to come through
thanks, you bum you, master of the face to floor kung fu...
what did they discuss through telepathic rays of gumshoes
I used to spray like skunks do, put my brain above you...
my taste was subtle, sandwiches, chips, & cakes a bundle
what a wasteful struggle.....hey.....cookie crumble
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