Gum in the Works
hands of god—
Given Ron Livingston
Wrong bitters, gone with his sled,
Bong giving head.
Honored, Kotter teaching Godard
Father please believe my guilty
Soul is flounder cut on counter
Grave Head Stone — Are Eye Pea
flowers sent last summer’s snow storm.
Synagogue, sing oddball God Songs,
Citrus cleats dug grin my tongue's lung
Sweet, sweet taste of taste buds facefucked
Sososo fast was I running. I am in a pretty comment
Sex lies smut and video tape, Buzz words hellfire hid-E-us fate.
Lots of nations expo needed, crowd in sight for an Eiffull
Frozen peas, please, piece peace geese fleece heat wave—
Keep it close like kettle pots kelping shots of Gretel's snot.
Hell's god gulping soapy bricks of remoulade, warts on a
demagogue nominated for an emmy award
Persephone hated the taste of pomegranate. Listen to the lovely light perpetuated. Bound to a
basement beneath the earth but cursed to know that on the land is mother maiden stranded
thinking of her daughter’s hand in marriage to the bandit, granted, hardly a man— his reign in
Hades grants him majesty, tragedy of bowling alleyways, referee Persephone
Lunar Landing shooting strands of super silly string.
pinpoint of a plaintiff"s pen cap
Ted Danson Dancing down and dirty during jury duty
Semen ropes and Hemoglobin
Even notice? Fever close, its beavers nose sniffs reapers slow skip keefer coke tits
sudsless onus one-kick hundred funyuns won win oven dumped in cum stains something.