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Please, Mr. Custer
Licking my carnal dreams, waxing my mustache
dripping pistachio butter wearing my Johnny gown
over the tresses of my goat, echoing insanity in the
corridors of my mind choking my pokey. It's my
lobotomy, and you ain't, my Grinch. Listening to
the posse comitatus deputize. Through the charcoals
of my mind, lighting me up. "Please, Mr. Custer, I
don't want to go."
dripping pistachio butter wearing my Johnny gown
over the tresses of my goat, echoing insanity in the
corridors of my mind choking my pokey. It's my
lobotomy, and you ain't, my Grinch. Listening to
the posse comitatus deputize. Through the charcoals
of my mind, lighting me up. "Please, Mr. Custer, I
don't want to go."
Published 1st Sep 2023
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