without election,
i nominate my self the president
of natural selection.
step tap dancing
on the intergalactic attractions.
swill pits
and shit fits
we sail the seas of disaster.
somebody please
change this robots batteries
i mean diapers.
in northern angoria
the whores are extra sloppy tonight
the one armed bandits
team up to scream
for more silver flavoured ice cream.
walter the king of skin,
the flesh master
the pink sea diver.
give food to the cold
with hold
the numbed beaver tongue
lingo langoed
and fluent in
five separate types
of
sublingual
wingo wango.
