So tonight I do without with smell of phish from sea, see betwixt the hams of me.
twinkle twinkle Citylights. night like this
when on operating tables the disabled unstable
get them Cuts, when otherwise Nuts (of whom I'm)
busy they-self with crimes O Danger O Stranger!
911 never cums like the masturbating Schiz
who slits-- he gots a knife-- never'd a wife--
and offa rocker and Thorazine (R) weaned.
Me? I cot to sleep thinking of jail where male
hale criminals surround abound talking puzzy in poopholes,
and other unwhole thoughts of Holes have I
in Jesus' Bapto-Kathlick eyIs; die I guess I will
in a funny no money Hell, to smell of corpse
of course. Also, I got divorced in 1986
guess she wanted other kinda dix OR
be in one of the girls' gynarchy free of me
wee wee wee. So tonight I do without with
smell of phish from sea, see
betwixt the hams of me.
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