something does not seem quite right. can u kelp?

the sun shines brite
on my exposed man-spud
its those dsm-5 radicals that
get into your tuna salad and
that REALLY, drives me up the
meandering hills with fluffy blossoms

telling you that you're gonna get laid anytime now, in fact my best bargain currently stands at "no jacking off for thirty days and you WILL get some action, and
so i says, i'll go with that,
then i have to reset the count and
its been that ways for the last eighteen years ever since i laid those two girls in one 48 hour period but what of it?

no prize matters
all your trophys got put in a box and set out for recycling
everyone you ever knew is dead or scattered like leaves to all the four corners and we are all just waiting in line barely able to smirk at each other

or maybe i am just on the wrong bus.