Ahoy!
Fat Angel beaming down with Sunshine Superman while
Twisting Plotinus' thought & descrying in Plato's teeth:
O, Fly Translove Airways...with a bopa bop bippity bop:
Sh'll get you to the Translunar Paradise betimes, O dudes:
Skittering through the jinglejangles with barking moondogs:
Yous'all don't need some weathermen to know which way the
Conspiracies are hiphopping; & the carbombs they're blowing.
O say can you see...all through the days...all through the nights!
nekkid
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1 comment:
"She's a Jihad girl and I'm her little Hezbollah."
By the beard of the Prophet, what a great line!
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