Must her socks -- darned if
every a pair were -- rise so
high? My --oh!-- my bright
Puritan eyes cannot squiggle
when her thighs meet her
hands meet her plans
meet her laundry and coin-glasses,
we aren't people here. Just change
for detergent and a machine's
less-than-silent rumble.
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Jolly-woggle heresy.
If you have ever:
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
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