Super Sour Swimmer

I am super sour swimmer, engaging erectile filler, lithium under the spinner, a dancing danger inside of your pinner, a welcoming rager until it’s time for dinner, a recreation of Imagination Island while you’re out on your blinker, a smiling fin- and a rank and file win, a serious agitation to your rectal inflammation, a younger man but not yours to sing flagrant, a special stew that mom cooked just for you, a blistering band of E-Heads and Speedy Dreds, a clear cut forest growing back even more deformed...