the madness
There’s an empty missile aimed straight at Washington’s nose. He’s
dead as a beaten log but I still spot his rotting toes and his false teeth,
well they rattle with rattlesnake rapidity, but what of the hooded man and
the porn star’s stupidity? They let the laughing monkey in drag from Hell,
escape but luckily, what’s left of the butler’s mouth is still agape.
Astounded and mesmerized, spun out by a lonely, bruised fruit, the
treasures of Paradise, nude and golden, go down the chute. Forgot a tad of
madness, went back to the grocer to pick it up, I guess everything in the
whole damn world is worth it now, pup
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