poemecium
Scratch that one lie down
For it's swiftness saunders.
Watch that brick like a stoney slip of ashes,
Fall to porn bags.
That scab bled before the injury could call me.
Fingerstyle Fred removes jam from his Yard stick.
Something's wrong,
This worth results in unwed
Pastors of glorified mums on the floors,
Pleading for a garnoir.
Shopping for a fix-fed.
Positioned for the fruit shed.
Legs spread like buttocks glue
In between suns of me and you.
Chase that goody horse bed and hack,
Crazy Ass noise of hose held black.
Rhymes that repeat
Gash of shat blown.
Missed out on a fuck show.
With drawn back parts saved nick-nack hearts,
She's shaved the neck of saviour's sack.
Next batch of dough to hit facts
Bet the debt has flucked note side.
Brush of taste to grab the motor-well-ride,
Shaft robust
Minister Mark recusps
Announced outdone
Credential bun one
Paths lead trails
To pony face hair,
Shivers scream signs carpet lying foot scraps.
Twig night pervert
running highways Flare guns.
Can't choose ending mixed juice and onion soup.
Now fought shade bright
Twas canned to ship sail wind.
Broken nails under scales of sandy beached whales.
Marching pigs spaying soot from their speech
And meatless cook
Flying swat team snuck curfew steps past
Cod-wheel roofing.
House built true
For you the sin.
And blessed life of Cherished hail
Pushed from deep skin.
Any further thoughts? Shin.