Do you have a mammary fixation?

wading in waste high
piles of nippless haikus
grandma has a cock

Want to make your mark
Contact civilization
Show them who

Not a lost city
Turns out it

Still don

They followed me home
Tribe is banging on my door
Demanding my vote

Shows what can happen
When you venture outside house
Think I

These people talk strange
Looking at the sky, bowing
Must be a lost tribe

Found a lost city
It was right in the middle
Lawn needs exploring

Wading in waist high
I walk through my long grass lawn
About time I cut it

Saw a mad man shout
This man doesn

Pissed on Kronenbourg
Hopes he can avoid exams
Coming to get you

an alien came
it shat on my rug and left
oh wait, that was me

minus the wrinkles
and her chronic leprosy
she's one hot mama

Robots and lobsters
If they would love each other,
That would be fucked up

Ralph Wiggum once said,
"My cat's breath smells like cat food"
Cats are not lobsters

Some lobsters can fly
High above the clouds they soar
Safe from traps and nets

Angry robots screech,
Lobsters kidnapped their princess
Lights blink in hatred

Lobster Messiah
If he had a shell and claws
What would Jesus do?

Sometimes I wonder
If all lobsters were robots,
Couuld they still be caught?

Robots fight and kill,
For the love of a princess
Gearbox royalty

My deep-sea lover
Antennae stroking softly,
Her touch is divine

superfly jesus
you better write them gospels
before i smack you

christ was a homo
he labeled peter "the rock"
you figure it out

obsessed with children
jesus was a pedophile
like wacko jacko

jesus told judas
to betray him before hand
there was no betrayal

a virgin, yeah right
joseph waxed that ass all night
fo shizzle, dizzle

But then on the third
I can drink excessively
Before my last test

Then they make a bet
that I shall drink nothing that
is alcoholic

Day 2: so called friends
label me alcoholic
and dirty old man

Day 1: discover
that all Kronenbourg is mine
and I can drink it

Jesus could not be a pimp,
He was not even capable of it.
Mary M. was just a friend

jesus was a pimp
that ho mary magdalene
he fucked her brains out

I float in gelatin mass,
Sneaking up on your mind,
Washing away your sins.

There is no room for
non followers in this place of hate.
So, that is my intent.

The air is so thin
I can barely feel it as
I run down the street

It reverberates
tickling the tip of my nose
loosening my hips

Like a brown pickle
my enthusiasm lies
drying in the sun

Local interventions often fool,
those without thought processes,
of their own.

Where is the sun's face,
when there is no more day.
Long night, cold breezes now.

18 year old girlie, stinky pussy
sex, sitting on my face, rocking,
she's my sister

Oh no, you're a man!
But how did you smell like that?
"Pheremones, baby"

FUCK OFF
WITH THE STINKY PUSSY RUBBISH
GO AND DIE

2 girls, tight jeans, pussy stinking
with sex smell, stinky pussy

18 year old girlie, stinky pussy
sex, sitting on my face, rocking,
squirming.

You

Can you change your life?
If you can which part and how
New life awaits you

Combing you life

The trick is to smile
You catch more fly

Nothing stays the same
Appears to be real bad times
But they are shared out