A series of serious cerebellum-breaks surreptitiously bestow me so I'm forever in debt to my conscience.
No Katrillion dollar bail out in phallic amounts feather down on me like a pimp raining on hoes.
Buxom bosom of blossoming blemishes from hurts past,
Done in by my little red corvette that was definitely much too fast.
My ficus fights for dear life on a ledge of dusty granite. Grasping rays of sunlight. Battling obstructions of its justice.
Perfumed neck, and jaundiced skin.
Lotioned back and rotting teeth.
Dancing by myself--
I fall between the cracks of my seat.
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