Monday, May 05, 2008

Mouthfull O'Saxophones

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Oh gentry, it's Henry. A sax flicking lactose and I reckon I've been tolerant
Well, enough to get going, shell ponies, file phony fingers, dig while humming quiet slang.....you salivate
I tolerate. We, Bollywood. Plus a whole host of holistic cataclysm action figures sent to the slaughter by a Sergent,
IN CHARGE
Unfortunately, my fortune read itself before I bed down and now I owe towns more dwellings than a pervert
This isn't what I bargained for, but I made Grover Cleveland my fave prez out of sheer nomenclature so I get
WHAT I DESERVE
((That part wasn't supposed to appear so readily))
I'm the one who put the 'reading' back in 'breeding' so in the lower scope of things, it all comes down to a comma
And while the sunset student sweats over a logarithm naturally, I look forward to a final exam known as
AUTOPSY

To all the automatics and bashful winkers, this one's for you.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

blongosphere

07 May, 2008 13:14  

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