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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