A friend is a lumpy rug
Take care of it because we both know you can
You learn to ignore the weirdness underneath.
It was but a mere flash in the pan
Don't feed the bears
Blinding mischief, passing in this fate
Serious consequences, you took the bait
Will always be a dream
Is truly such a bore
now all you can do is sit here and wait
your mom is such a loathsome whore
Never to be seen again
Drink the red tea and you will see
Im at a loss for words
I don't believe in anything other than myself
not an angel's voice I've heard
he said WHAT!
For their busy for the word
I want play
food eat food
The horse eat hay
gotta eat, food if i don't i'll DIE
I painted my spleen gray
Bill bill bill bill nye
I see a red spleen and I want to paint it gray
All that could be seen, was a sigh
I cant think of anything funny
I love the smell of laundromats.
Yep. It should be here any day now.
I love the smell of rats
Yep. It should be here any week now.
You love the smell of grandma's socks
Like the seconds on a clock
As we drift in the wind with the fox
The Beatles..they did rock
Yearning for our moments ephemeral eternity
Sophia, Leah, amenorrhea, pizzeria, malaria
the sweet ol' gonorrhea
a disarray of power
I like the smell of laundromats
Perhaps its not good to have vats of rats
I like the smell of coffee grounds
Fluke! That's your fame. ...Isn't it?
Flavors exceed that of previous bounds
and thus acetylcholine wept rivets
all the while producing something profound
a sort of fog horn type sound
But rather, shoes
Aimlessly turning clasped in darkness
Destroy Russia and Death to Putin
and, oh, this lovely starkness
Youre just jealous because hes hot
Putin is a demon possessed asshole.
Not a cloud in the sky except one
God isnt real lol
and yet, still, the sun was hidden away
Your brain real. Get back under your rock.
I always think about the Cheshire cat
eat poop or lose all your gains
don't forget what they know
Die Russia Die!
Why? says I, Why?
I believe its der Russia der
His blood is fresh
And eyes hungry.
Sucked tongue for speech.
Thou dost beseech
And then you can Feast on some rotten maggots
No thank you, I prefer fresh ones
TEAM JOHNNY DEPP
I wandered lonely as a cloud
eat shit you stupid faggots
Yet somehow the city below was so loud
so may everyone else eat some maggots
Siren song drowns angry mob's shouts
but the king commands they have tater tots
FBI searches, Donald Trump pouts
And Fauci implores them to get their shots
while rubbing his hands and literally sniveling
I'm a sad old man
He stroked is flabby mound of man pudding.
my wife is dead
do you want be a very cool horse
There's a sea of brown diarrhea ahead
Dive in and enjoy it