While going through some stuff in the attic, I found some photos of Mom naked and let myself see the truth that she was into the porn scene. But I decided to keep it from Dad for something like this would really kill him.
People make laws People break laws People punish people For breaking the laws Laws made by people The very same people Who make the laws And, people study law It's crazy out here If you don't know what people are the laws they make They default still.
I'd like a constitutional upgrade For lumpenproletariat concerns, Like what Christ on The Sermon Mount outlaid, Which MAGA mania routinely spurns Because evangelism always lies, No matter the flavor or the brand, When its true nature is to despise Diversity well continuum spanned... Since fresh ideas are never allowed Anywhere near the conventional mind Bearing the taint of the unduly proud Who have no intention of being kind... And, oh, how pathetic to hate and hate, Never knowing...it NEVER makes us great. †
Kurt woke up naked in a sleeping bag and saw also nude nude Lesley standing out on the balcony with the wind blowing in her hair before she looked at Kurt with a smile and said "That was some party last night. Am I right?"
Here's an "ode" to all the country loners Who would, rather than some ladies revere, Love more their second amendment boners And the murder rates to which they cohere In plain expression of their deepest fears Of being by some Jews and blacks replaced, Or maybe even by some sonneteers Who know race fear to be the toxic waste That stupid honkies are induced to taste By think tank websites bought by Richie rich, Whose public relations are Janus-faced, More so, than a used car lot sales pitch For pick-up trucks with assault...
Sheís a real mean drunk and her friends are in the club, theyíre drinking all the liquor thinking they wonít throw up. They are downing more shots, doing pot, while Iím still stuck here thinking about the hazey daze, of August shade.
Iím the real mean drunk, Yes, I am crying in the club. The bottles nearly empty, and I need to throw up. Iím feeling useless, Iím through with all of the pain from the hazey daze, of August shade.