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T N T O F B T S B( - )D
As parrotyscissorbeaksuperMoon loom and assume visible nay/nee dirigible, Justine et moi open our option of !phwaah : To plague the lunarticspoondoggers snakin' trucks up mountin' tracks to have cuzzsex in the company of omniscient orb; or to recline in a seabound diner where best define the silver stalking the river, whilst at same time find a TV screen fleeting between a Bonobo Ape's genitalshakes and a chatshowhost whining how a Parasite has wormed its way into the american electoral state.
Ever desiring to preserve pure democracy, Justine and I side with the minority decision in a vote of two, opt for risk, settle in with Moony, Bony, Pary, settle for awestruckness or, strictly, less unstuckness as I whisper into J's orifice this :
the cheese yield is about to hit the stars,
the Bonobo's butt about to hit the spot,
and the parasite about to hit the hicks,
the hucksters, the horde of hustlers hugging the hustings
in a concertedpushing, conceited-concealing,
effectively fucking up thefreeworld .
! JUSTINE JUSTINE JUSTINE JUSTINE I'M BEGGING YOU DON'T TAKE MY PARMESAN !
Justine's response is unsettling unexpected,
noting that she
hasn't hit any cheese since the run on the greek goats in september, hasn't hit any Bonobo since U2 run out of ideas after october,
and hasn't hit any Parasite since she run into a lone-shark at a bingo-meat in november.
Whereas I with characteristic candour suggest our shaky demeanour be the result of the media lumping the Parasite with the initials DT which, in all Learned gravity, might, just might, summon up an unsumptuous intensity of DaveleeTravis.
Here my girl feel dutybound to infer that I
be brewin' up more bother than a bathbrothel in a bothy,
and she shift my gaze to the TV where Bonobo pontificate that we put our faith in human grace NOT human race adding in scrawlyshitpiss a message to the pack that we,!we don't know jack, signing off this pseudophilic epigram with its entitled akronym
Well J being J
parlay with me/mae in that flakeydebatey way with which she/shae be sooooo au-fait/fay
!No(h) way(e) she/shae say(e) !No(h) way(e)
proceeding thence to whisper into my orifice :
?!Where Were You The Night That Old Fart Became The Supreme Butt(-)Dildo ! ?
Whereas I/aye with characteristic clarity/eh
saddle up like a bathbrothel in a bothy, unflapping my flies,
and aiming into my woman's broth.
I locate her soupcoarse with a soupcon of sublimity.
At which point the patrons of the establishment feel it their duty/eh to call the police who read me my rights/writes/rites without whim butt with their very own akronym :
u r b d 4 p t c o J
u r being done 4 perverting the course of Justine
It is here that I begin to recount to the police a litany of lifelong grimes and misdemeanours for which I am (w)hol(l)y responsible.
When I'm finished the officers of the law make due respond:
Of course if what your ownin' up to has any truth in it
you'll be lookin' at a pretty fair time inside
and from the looks of you that aint gonna to be the most comfortable of rides if you get me drift
?Could you be more precise I interject
Well boyishgoodlooks will certainly get you noticed
Yes but how long I butt in is a pretty fair time ? ?
I mean are we talkin' a full presidential term here or what
A scratch of the head paws to consider then an answer:
Mmhmm id say at least one term, maybe two at a stretch butt I come back to what I've just said it aint goin' to be no picnic boy
you think carefully before you own up to stuff !! I mean
Two terms I reiterate
you say I could be inside for TWO presidential terms
so yeah what I owned up to is all true,
And I give myself up to you right now
? Where Were You The Night That Old Fart Became The Supreme Butt(-)Dildo
cocky pres catch crow
pluck last pair off tree
and then take one of them out
?Ysit Oke 'n Elm /
Ye Kil Monnste
YE MEN IN KOLTS