Ace of Fools

Screaming, a little scream now cooling my jets.
Evocative kismet haunting aspersions. Upon my
tallow, of twilight's vanity from a narcissistic
decanter of Forget Me Nots, dripping. Of who is
sweeping her off her feet now as I molder in deep
silence. Sounding my urethra with "Cathy's Clown."
Tapping my cock's xylophone. Screaming, a little
scream, now cooling my jets. Feeling as If I'm a
celebrity.