DeViants and Monkeys With a Barrel (of Fun)

 
 
D e  
    v i a n t s  in bad ski masks
 make the shame of shimmy-time look
like no business of mine (any Way).
 
Back jn-to the barrels'o'Fun go the
Monkey King's Mob, as the sky has burst
forth in terrible torrent, a terrible torrent indeed.
a fair share of monkey shines was washed
into the River of Love gone absolutely wild'ass Mad.
 
What're wee gonna do when the sky,  as it crashes on
the farm that Marshee Bolegga stole from the lady
realtor's car. Imagine her chagrin when she found
herself making love to him in that mouthy kind of way, and
that, thank god, we can talk about such tasty morsels openly  
 in this modern time, of ours.
 
"What this country needs is a good 5'cent blowjob"
 
Cunnilingus will always be a nickle more no matter
what the Wall St. ticker ticks for the striated bull/bear pricks.
 
"Are you serious?!"  screams a broker (while) getting rimmed
by a Fat Man who came all the way from Coney Island via subway.
Then he "came all the way" in that cumming kind of way & waited
for the old Puerto Rican dude, who was coming to wipe up the
juice with his trusty mop.  Thank god he was a perky old dude,
getting on this unsavory job in a flash,  thus cutting the chance of slippity
fall and injury suits that coulda made mockery of this fine financial
day.
 
5 o'clock PM. The Market is closed. All them yelling dickheads go to the
trains to get home to their wives, kids, dinners, and the Combover President rolls his lips to tell'em what he plans to twit tomorrow in The World Wide Metropolitan Area day'dream.  
 
"Impeach ME? well, fuck you, Bernie!"   ~ just another day of play, USA ~
 
 
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2019dkzkPooms/pixtrs/etceteras...............2019