HUMOUR. FANTASY. THE AUTHORITIES WON'T EVEN LET ME ATTEND CHURCH! LUCKY THE BOTTLE SHOP IS OPEN...

Lawnmowers

 

Funereal lawnmowers

Mow

The toxic

Swimming pool,

Filled with

Incinerated

Pink putrid

Plastic

Baby dolls,

And Agatha

Christie's lost

Dentures,

And old

Mad magazines,

Printed before

The birth

Of Alfred

E. Newman,

As hell's

Pornography

Wallpapers

The ceiling

Of the Sistine

Chapel,

Where 

I receive

Death's vaccine,

Straight from

The erupting

Phallus of

Michelangelo...

Sometimes

I feel 

So sick,

I could

Redeem

The world...


Submitted: April 10, 2020

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LE. Berry

Some of your best tom...

Sat, April 11th, 2020 1:06am

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Thanks very much, I've had the death vaccine inside the eternity machine, and will now mow the lawn...

Fri, April 10th, 2020 7:22pm

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