Philson Wilips–Rock Hard Todger

Eaten alive,
By killer ants,
My aura floats,
Above my,
Physical form.
“Ain’t dat some shit?”
I muse philosophically.

Bobby Davro.
Dan Quayle.
Spinach fajitas,
With kale jus.

Allo you little,
Greasy papa!

Wiggins.
Flasch the Casch!
Sminky pinky,
Kebabasawi.
Little Tommy Two-Shits.

Just look,
At what you’re saving,
When the prices,
Are so low.
There’s really only,
One place,
You can go!
Oh!

Kinky, kinky, kinky.
Fuck off mate!

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