Grip on reality or in realities grips.
find me where her fantasies live...
The thought of me makes her anatomy drip.
my proper plumbing will handle her quick.
fixing her up real nice before management flips.
Down & up those walls like plaster & brick...
the cable guy looking for the proper vantage for it.
if you mad...then God be damned by the forces
give your name at the stand of the florist...
bodies get buried deep...deep in her oriface...
carry out the vigil, play the organ & sing a chorus.
that's life. Sinatra could vouch for us
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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