Barf Redux

excuse me miss but put down your business and recognize that its time to get dissed by the man from the goblin clan, a real webmaster Stratocaster haver, fastest bra strap unfastener strikes at goal from distance and scores top-shelf, your mouth opened up like a trout, a whole mess of lima beans about to spill out.

so here it goes, touch your toes, touch your nose, walk in a straight line can you clutch your primrose purse with day-glo overtones and wait for the end of life as it’s known? cause you’ve been drivin drunk in a deaf dumb and blind children’s safety zone, you’ll get blown out the water when the judge drops the hammer, maybe read my book in the slammer:

second of all, your pores are the size of oar holes, like in Vikings’ ship hulls, remember that cause fuck are you old, your lunch used to be seagulls with black treacle, you fed eagles beagles, you had some greek myth shit done to your stepfather Reginald Regal, that’s how old you are, bitch.

some things I got: I got a koozie for my uzi, a bush of kush, a bucket of fuckit let’s stop this party from startin’ tardy.