Wacky Weekend No Lie
Spandex Boxer Shorts. with Listerine Soaked Tissue~
It was a night of Tid-Bits and Friends,
Rosie was no where to be found-how profound,
drifting in pain, we were in dire strights out of the gate!
Even with wine and dine,still the wormholes in my mind
Insomnia presides~Tides~Filter through.
In the kitchen,was my convention like lunar craters
the vacuum salesman were everywhere, they stare, they glare
Hammond and I took the gig~ we were there, with medicine
high with nucular waist-ed
out of our minds eye~ We Lie
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