Done Spangled and Scrambled

Momma-Dukes stayed potent

pitched Lemon shelter, please

Torn tangled tattered briefs too

Smidgen for you, who you may

lay of the lingo, get-go Discuss

Colosseum quandered calamity

See thru the McD mocha shake

startled seeing through the deal

I’m rich for swerving fork in the,

that there Lincoln Point Rd. 01507

hefty house maid here, named S.

CLEAN MY MESS, tattered trash

talking to you, who, be it so views

All I watch is Fox News—to you!

Swallowed whole with a swollen tongue, the Novocaine made numb and too young and/or immature being  for braces, endearing faces in the right places, like directly across from me, this while sitting and relaxing, tires pumped up at proper pressure (PSI) so the romantic attraction, just playing, sweetens the all natural, au naturel, all natty, etc. etc. template on-screen, looking at pictures of loved ones by the beach, within reach, so lucky so saying “Oh yeah daddy!!!” single sliding buttoned butter upon bread, worn risky swimwear indeed—we have the arrival of some such type of “Treat” to eat with munches by the bunches, Raisin Bran—said the small amounts of sugar, picked a booger at the disco lingo of BOOGIE DOWN NOW, and bow the the King and Queen, been sweeties indeed, done shown “mad ur-spect” on the class so way-up-There, wealth on a shelf or in a wallet, although perhaps kept in a hidden spot beneath the stairs, starry eyed, financial surprise of the keepers—said a Keebler ELF—talking Timber The Tree, falling (in reverse?) Joe Camel perusing some sandy sand of distant land, and again, beaches there to wade knee-deep in salty sludge upon toeless “thong sandals” boogie boarding boys perchance, maybe stranded “The Getaway”—get off me creep!—roaring for chocolate treats but dieting—maybe next week, the PhreeX (bluelight.nu deceased moderator...) men’s room staining and the usual menstruation in the gas station bathroom, been a birth, that bloody hurt of feelings chilling, these DRUGGIE SINNERS!

Money is where a Monet goes for, say, about some hundreds of millions of U.S. Dollars—ripped open necktie collars mentioning mucho Mens Warehouse tried and true, fried & skewered, the suit, a fine tailored Claiborne suit (no lawsuits!!!) tucked simple white clean shirt and a sleaky handkerchief—runny nose blown for snot release—Alligator Alcatraz, it’s a Tarp Tempered with a NINE-IRON as per golfing with golfers, so as to me now offering, “Would you like to hear a ‘Golfer’ joke” ???

How do you know when a golfer uses your computer? “It’s gone!”

What do you call a golfer with no arms? “Trustworthy!”