Tasteless, puckered galoot,
suited to the cold, he has gout.
Shriveled up, with deep veins,
covering up his shameful ways.
She wears umbrella suits.
He wears rubber boots.
Puddles, of mold, paint the walls;
they stare at the ink blots.
A condominium-plot, paid for,
after they bought lashes, teeth,
and progeny - false. Their money
in the grave, would elude
the kittens. Big galoot
and umbrella suit wish...
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