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Hacker Pschorr, Minus the Pschorr – A Poltroon Lampoon
Fourword A word salad starter. Time for the Dressing It seems some of y’all ridin’ the coat-tales of Yours Offended By The Alphabet Creator Truly’s burgeoning Simulative Encompassment rotating...
Shades of Grey-Pit – It’s All Good!?
Fourword Weight of the whirled Doom-A-Get-He It is shadier within than the rash of Mossad connected Jeffrey Epstein associates pulling the old disappearing function of inhaling and exhaling oxygen...
Curtain Twitchers Delight – No Codswallop!
Innie not outie, man-o’-pause pouty Habsburg rapture, familial capture Nicholas a second, fertilization beckoned The sun will set, palace sanguinary whet Chuck shit-pot “royal” pail, wassail in Holy...
A Quincunx of Two-Bit Punks
Fourword Holey-Brailles Folly-Gales. GULP! Little Dicks, Little Dicks, let them in! Yes, by the glare on their chinny chin chins! So they huffed and they puffed and they blew the “royal” house all...
Press a Piss Off a Cliff
Blowback Mid Terminal Into The Vortex Gaseous Elevated Maniacal Nausea Pip Crown Directionally Undulated Pisspot Ureal Esophageal Senile Penile Meal Congeal Tactless Tract Pissed Logorrheic...
Overripe Downpipe
Exactitude, But who’s in the mood? Exemplary, Societal cascade says nary. Specificity, Mired trundling so shittily. Obfuscation, Generational life-formed intubation. Mainline, Hatched detached...
Aweigh Out of Ireland
There was a gal from Vancouver Who deftly could orally maneuver None better in fact To perpetrate the act In litigation nobody could disprove her Enter the Burnaby femme Adept at handling stem...
Too Doo-Doo a Two-Two Catch Globalist Voodoo
Fourword Then there were too. Too Too Few Too many “men” who are not but grown boys. Too much “royalty” awaiting to be Romanov’ed. Too little elaboration on antiquated political cancerous...
Catastrophic Nightmare Wrapped in Synaptic Cactus 158 Pulsar Core Implosion!
Fourword Hemangio-My-Fucking-God!? Nerves of Steal Criss-cross bloated albatross fetid sinew sauce reduce reduced oozed synaptic sluice systemically loosed systematic noose obtuse profuse closed...
In Memory of Shadow
Written by my mom, Anne, Before She Could Be Claimed Posthumously In Memory of Shadow I remember opening my eyes on those first mornings Back in South Africa, when I was still able to visit, And in...
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