Now Is the Winner of Our Disco Tent Comp

Now is the winner of our disco tent comp Maids glorious shimmer by This sun on my Yorkie Puffing clouds as Lorde plays in our house In the deep base of the ocean eyes buried Our brows found with sweated wreaths; Our boozed arms hands up for chocolate moments Ring the alarms whoop whoop its the sound of the police Our wayward marches due to delightful measures. Grim has got his visa The aged war has smoothed And how, instead of mourning barbered heeds Too light the soles of playful sand shoes He rolls papers nimbly in a unisex chamber To the languished pleasing of a Dr Dre loop Have no shape for sport or tricks Norwegian made dubious furniture not to last I am that rude Stamping on your majestic Magnum To strut before What you wan't man I will cut that tail Fair is my complexion Cheated by the creature Breaking is my nature Deranged, not ends, start and not to stop Breathing on this world, scared your mind made up, So tamely and in fashionably time Take a step past my dogs that bark It may be your last