the bulletproof brandy back next to eyeliner
hoard, the ermine he was determined to wear
to the dog sled race
now only a military parade and ottoman wife
to massage his sore pinkie
a signal papercut with a three ton bandaid
the earful from the oligarchs
shuttles his diplomacy
of locusts to find fresher more three piece suitable
clime, drip drip amoc
the tanning sled flies gourded by guardless goons
gourdening gweenland
sleep on an an ice bed in ice land easier to spell
one finger typing itinerary
and what I did this week
walked out on thin ice and pogo sticked
drove an army operation into atlantic
made my mullet point presentation
clubbed baby seals with don junior
stitched them together to walk on exiting
the tarmac parade
put that danish in a box the missus take to go
No comments:
Post a Comment