Such much lyrical TaLenT coming in the clear, that, HONESTLY, I'm a millionaire who cares about Religion and The USA when I pay the Taxes, limousine and a Tuxedo~

Banter “Black Panther” what an awful idea

Toasted Frosted Flakes of a wake up and bake up a cake up, or down—envision a frown on a clown—and I missing many who’ve passed on the gasoline heated cooker stoves, such and so and so in a grove, clothed, but not in a graven-yard of Ellie and her weaving—her yarn—I bought the bright li’l lady a yarn bag-  this because I’m not a gay faggot—straddle it—a single cigar tube, and some Swiss Navy (Nudie—her boobies...) found on bitches abroad, kernel sod to be saught after the Creation through God “The Master” I’m French and must her Mustard be of Gas—worried worshipping Army shod overseas in Berlin be the Back-Yard through and through—can you hear me?

Am I “getting of you” the trough throughout my throat while writing prose and poetry—POWERED—keeping me afloat of being “ON” while we have Kim Kardashian in a bathing suit, sweating out her pooper—this is an image to be kept where the wifey won’t see, but I as Single—spreading wealth and health and the Finest Filth on-line to be seen, all those Keep staying Keen on booty Thongs, minces a Pawn

Bulbous back-side viewed “In Stride” walking tall at the down-town Mall with barefoot Locker—get the 12V and SHOCK HER with “The Shocker”—that I’m after and aft, me able, to bring the hot ’n’ sexy images, in, of To my perusal being astout and outstanding, NINE-ELEVEN LANDING, my volunteer work, I’m able to be sharing, not only online—SOBER 2016 with no sips of Wine—and I’m bereft of an unhappy whine, oh calm sewn what Weedie’s (Wheaties collectable cardboard boxes) of the shorty cupcakes being deep-fried and me writing, so “snide”—it cannot be denied, I write with a sigh and signed expression—a smile on my favorite introduced introspection—praise my nation with Sovereign-ty Bank arms-length ATM and I’ll withdraw the pen from the fishy stink of such pink:

Transmission grease is toxic! Oh the soil-ed private inner lingo!

Ain't dat sum shit, nigga! 💋