Shiver me timbaland boots!
Splice the mainbrace
Holler at tight in-cahoots
conversion ‘bout-face
A Lily-livered piss-pop is no troop
Near-Philly quitter, interstate flat
And them state routes
littered with ghosts
not of post of pro-snout,
but the mile markers of note where I, rote,
punk’d the fuct out.
And why did I start this one like a pirate?
A fine Day, aye aye it
may I
Kentucky-fry it?
On a paper plate,
wish unto you
Cob of corn
Squish up to you
Come 9PM
In July
they fly
(yay)
doubled up
how do?
From me “evening there, boobies,
what’s shaking, what’s groovy?”
She be
”Puto, wish you knew me
talk on
broke jaw
don’t you ‘ooooh’ me.”
I 180°
howdy-jacking-doody
that’s not true be
but yo
she sexy and got heavy titties
Livin for the city
spot packed and
Oh yay Oh yay
say Va-J.J. Abram’s
family heirlooms
passed down
into night-gowns
country and town
Fill-out fourth gear
grand ma dear
Big ole aunties go-on-and-get-these
no-quitties.
T to the I
double-T
I-E-S…
Allo, and good-noit ladies.