Orchestrated chamber pots
Soap dish shaped
like an alligator
Tit for tat you nail my twat
Pitter pat to the smell ya later
For a lack of evidently
skater chaser tater tot
Mail the rebate in then wait
But for how long
I forgot
24 or 25 or
26 man I don't know
Either way and alligator
helped me to feel less alone
Through sophomoric
awkwardness
Broken Mirror
Damaged Goods
The eternal question's
wood eye
Wood eye
Oh fuck yea I would
Woulda coulda
shoulda done it
Almost did but
was too scared
Critically conditioning
the tits and ass
and hips and hair
Piece together rooty tooty
cuties poo the tiny one
Inner baggage carry's
on external manifestation
All your friends are drinking beer
All your friends are making out
All your friends are smoking shit
and fingering and going down
T shirt says
I'm High on Life
Climb and climb the tallest tree
Where soffer and Sir Topham
Hatt help you conduct
your symphony
For sympathetic chocodiles
and empathetic Fudgy whales
Genetically telepathic Reading
Rainbow nerf ball for sale
Change your shoes
and pick a lane
Take aim with three in the holes
Spare the line
on the approach
Last chair wins
the tidy bowl
The tuning in of Tokyo
in lien of Basic Channeling
Had students of the Bosom
study woman through
the scrambling 1980 cable box
A gateway drug for horny lads
Who later found the joy of sex
and hidden stash of
porno mags
Holy god damn fucking shit
Massive hooters everywhere
Pointing toward celestial
defenders of the hemisphere
So many vagina types
This one is naked lamb
This one is a violant slice
This one is like raver pants
Someone that you know
is hiding hustlers
in the local woods
Inside there is something
that will alter
how you know this world
You may want to fuck some tits
You may want to hide your face
You will always find some time
to fuck your fucking time away
We had found a mystery
VHS tape in a secret drawer
When our parents left for work
we fed it to the VCR
Specimens of hair and
sweat intended for a private eye
Humping like a pair of dogs
Showcasing a primal drive
Nothing seamed the same again
Judgement is a petty joke
Nobody can say a word
They worship the
same centerfold
Aliens of horrid Mars
Seeking life on boring Earth
Dropping quarters on the floor
Peaking up the shortest skirts