See-Saw Song with a Free Lance Armstrong!

hahaha well so Temptations of a Queenie kind of Pretty Princess—fussed work’a’day sense of smell and pink dress as seen where not here, where I be, hearing cars passing, dearest bunches of me me me—tube past-time Scottie—call me as you do as you do whilst DUE—deliberately couple of kooks coercing the union of bodies beautiful—my rhymed vow’s of vocal co-hosted symmetry of A work vocabulary, so entrances on them here the are going far for those 3 weeks, that was 23 days with congregation-ing in the honest always, and with 95% of our waking hours, albeit taking breaks with conversation’s sake—

Oh I lovers, the they, the them, of them!

Freeland, struck Lance

biking sticky, tires gripping

Fancy-pants (tight shorts)

Aware of Quilled Retorts

Done “Karma” Calamity

Testosterone gets to me

Some odd secretions—

Miffed old male awaking

Cooked buns skating

Drop of Mexico tariffs,

Scammers, so what if?

Along the chemical lacerations always accelerating briefly with EV energy, what ways, ask the fellow with a lazy eyes sort of sudsy—blinking bubbles stayed up straight—trans-surgery on a Black slate, lazy and full of acting—sitting in a spaccy sort of slender atrocity- me not feeling a smidgen of attraction—what do they do? being backed in pick-up truck perseverance, you’ll get it lined up properly—Toyota Tundra as been years of previous property—now with a damn American “Domestic” Dodge RAM!

Scrambled eggs, and Scrambled brain, onto the TBI refrain—what are the odds?—hit by a RAM!—hit by a “DODGE”