Naught of knowing the her slit be hell's paradise wide cottage door
Dicks walk in and out flap-flap
The same be belittling to be bleated beetle begging for better burger a-begger but
But me nah buts be her a slitter
Some lovely liar with long lips sticks lying
From earth of the lower lips long to the heat of the heaven
The upper lips
A condescending facto ah! I pooh-pooh shoo-shoo yew-yew your yanky shaggy-shaggy
Be the deceit you have laced me bury to naught
Truth - up like the rising of a lonesome Lazarus
Licking lights pricking teeth of turkeyS, chick's chicken for waste
What the consumed meal be the letters hide the most to tell so...
All on some other belle
A rejected moth by a stove's weak
Some larva admire to be, in crysalis-like....
