No pets allowd
At the welcome center
You could tell by the way
She folded her arms
She’s was box office poison
A gal from the sticks
With a heart of oak
And a wooden smile to match
There’s something a
Little too sensual about
The mouth feel of this candy
Do you have any idea
How many times you’ve
Said the f word over the course
If this conversation?
Peeing makes me have to pee
The hospital made me sicker
Engenieering a longer lasting flavor
The shortest distance between
Two pains
The long lost art of
Practicing delayed gratification
Brushing off demons with
The soft catlike hair
Of an old man
Making love to a wall
That beats me every night
We all lace up our diamond
Encrusted cat skinned
Girdle the same way
One soggy cornflake
Soaked moustache at a time
Look inside the light and
Don’t forget your sunglasses
Watching the numbers rise
Spin out of control
Hell is for real
And it’s full of people
Who feel the need to
Advertise it’s existence
On billboards from the
Side of the highway
Beans in a bowl
A relatable stranger
It’s the little things
This is not fun
This is not supposed to be fun
Schwervon! 
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