‘Scuse the stains,
leftover chicken gizzard in the soup pot,
universal tears flood the bile ducts.
Cybermeat, and ranch dressing.
See you next Thursday by the mulberry bough.
I lost last night’s dream, and
blue eyed Christina did a delicate death dance.
Erotic subversions in the shadows.
Cybermeat, and horseradish.
Meet me next Thursday by the eucalyptus bough.
I want to penetrate your soft silent soul.
‘Scuse the stains,
yeast worms and cauliflower guts.
Cybermeat, and primrose knockwurst.
Sorry for the misunderstanding.
I’m only a silly human being, and
I want to penetrate your soft silent soul.
Her list includes croutons and jelly and jam,
as I read down, I see knockwurst and ham.
Bananas and tuna, pick up Borax and Bold,
if there's no Zest, then get Palmolive Gold.
Orange juice and lemons, Pepsi and Sprite,
ice cream and cookies for our guests tonight.
I arrive on line nine with it all and croutons.
It rings up, I reach in..I forgot the coupons.
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