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Love In The Age Of The Asterik

 


messy dopity dope searchin' for the arms
                     of hope
              (forget the grope while)
                   holy hope hops
                   right into the breech.
                  Forget the bloody
                           hope.
                    Cook the dope.
                right'ere in th'spoon.

                             N o w,
             elderism has descended
                             u p o n
            the fat'a'flab of unadorned
                             flesh.....
                    compounded of
                 merciless merriment,
                   blythe blitherings,
                     just like just like
                  all the places and
                  redundant rip of
                   razors and them
                   tazer things the
                      coppermen
                  Are apt to stick it to
                      the unruly
                        bastards
                
 who propose to defecate
               on the streets of pris-
                 tine sub'urpia.....

So  it's fifty years later, & who who who
                 giveth a darn when
        mercyman comes to town.

Jeez it sounds the the camel has got in-to
        the old belfry tower  again.
      Each one  has got t'put the
        sizzlin' brandy'iron on, &,ooooo,
           the scent of camel'bristles
          in red-hot circumstance,
        most useful insofar as pur-
           posses of identification
                 are concerned.

    It's one of them second nature
         trading of tricks of trades.
                              So,
 it's like we don't enforce the law(s)
 with any sensibility or sublimation.

                           Just is.
       No-thing scourging them there
                        testiculars
            over, buddy. Look at
       yourself in the mirror, coll-
ecting thorough thoughts and misde-
                        meanors.

Once again, we zipper thru the toll booth,
       the apexerine last exit to Brooklyn.

And they got plenty of them two-bit ball
             busters to go'round.

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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