Sunday, August 27, 2023

There’s a hole in my bucket, my bucket, my bucket...

What a way, with a ways to come and put on (take off) a Top, blinging while I’m singing and swinging with what a-ways along the clutched dollars in my pocket



Clutch bag sifted lingo jugged jingling of utmost bragging, while ragging on a Ranger bass-boat, to stay afloat- feeling bloated, yes while Boating—pulling and pushing the Oars—muscle madness implored—and with the fishing lures, all for Laughing Laurie and I—keep me away from “That Thing” with a hole in my protrusion of facial pock-marks get those unsightly zits—oh this is it!


Faggot fits a fist—all the way to the wristed dirtiness—what a mess of meandering digital widgets—he gets what he gets from all the boys, butt absurd, surely playing them as gay you and your “toys”—the faggots, I’m annoyed—differed from homosexual deterrence—EXIT ONLY!—I was boned, yeah me in 2001/2002 one night, of such immense FRIGHT—and then showered off, John Deedy, I SCOFF a dirty look at that dirty man—my excrement on his hand—I couldn’t stand the sight, all night while Alex’s only few words, “I’m in Heaven.”—what a bodybuilder/druggie loser, and at his own P.O. Box to receive the deplorable orders of Adderall and GHB as well as opiate painkillers like Tylenol 3 and Vicodin, perhaps a Percocet or two—but never for me, they were HIS—and that’s who. . . they effected, him 20 years old, Cialis (Tadalafil) from Mexico and Metformin, 3x a day a multivitamin


What other but one more tried ’n’ true spot about you, to be covered in Frag-ments (177-191) to keep me young, inserting a $PUSSY into my tongue, my mouth gone down South along the Arctic Hemisphere—“That thing got a HEMI?” the car guys knows and they goes-  speeding and weaving when in a race, or the blues litten up, for a Chase (!!!) along the straightest of lines, Mom drinks fine wine, but not my Dad, and I without the liquor, I’m so GLAD, not to be a junkie (like Peter here an awful druggie recovered) when “This is your brain. And this is your brain “on drugs.”—Mom and Dad, I love your so-tight HUGS!

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