With my suit strapped to the shadow
Of half an anvil over my adam's apple
Battle with mist with arthrital wrist
Slip into a puddle of bananas, ripped
Open at the seams, and the anvil falls
Crushing my balls, distorting the future
Scripting a timeline , sign language neutured
For the general public with pubic hair
Pick, Our expressions square, like build a bear
Gone wrong....
Now come out of a dream yound padawan
Dream banded in thongs are gone
Do you remember what your doing
Using the force, a lightsaber diffusing
Slipping deeper into extacy, a quicksand of drugs
Killing time down your lungs, her hair rung
From the semen that clung to lips
That drip in lipstick, circling the tips
Of a theoretic children postulated in clits
Ha.... Ha... all because you screwed a bitch
In the premier of Star Wars.
No doors to close, clothes disposed
Snuggled into popcorn cannisters exposed
Rows empty of ghosts, ushers post
Themselves at silver stiched into the aisle
Coughing bile into the faces of bodies piled
Small children sneaking in to see the sex scene
Lycopene mantled nipples, what you eat
Is you, yes I guess they are watching you
The ghosts
The ushers
The broke children
That puts a new spin on R- rated
Have you ever dated, or waited
Upon her like medieval ignorance
Wait! Look where the semen went!
Got you!
Why haven't they kicked you outside
Because you paid! The customer is always right
-Keystyle. Wrote it like in five minutes.
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