With and Of and Such Sweaty Swathed Shenanigans, them- yeah THEM AGAIN!!!

Two such toothpicks picked a pie of my eye sockets worn khakis to Saint John’s High School—where there was no “Shop Class” or bumming Plungers—Saint John’s of its polite policy: NO WOODWORKING OR HVAC (!!!!!) the for white tarnished Trash suddenly studding STUDYING “Janitorial” endeavors— because us Saint John’s High School, paid, rich, beneficiaries, the all us Saint John’s religious boys all of lots ‘o’ money from our parents, we be, all for one and one for all—Tuition was fairly small for us rich-kids so nice, nice cars driven in and that’s thanks to The Parental Units—skimming pages and no one “skipped classes”—when we were all studly steady born ready to read the paid-for textbooks of, well it was rare for any student to skip a class

Cows to be the Addled Cattle—of a Playboy Kitty so cute but when the point of this whatever, my making you read—a kind of FEED me into pieces—yes the yesterday’s yeasted Turkey chirping CHIMES—but when ???  Allow me to tell you this, with a kiss on a colored piece of paper, the Sunday Times and a spliff a and of when to Tango—all for show, yeah all the showy faces of ladies in the shower, something something soapy at whenever the hour of hijinks, no clogs in the singing streaming water kitchen or bathroom watery sinks

A bitter bite of shake ’n’ bake litter, a rat, cookie critter of a pitter-pat at all of that, the whole and the entire, time to return the inherited wealth of $$,$$$,$$$ and to RETIRE! when so tired, I’m out of disco lingo but only for now