Topple Sunny Drop

To much monkey judgements preconcieved bullys each a pair of mucles in the unit with jammies.
To many little sexless atrophied hopless dosmesticated outpatients hoping a new fat burner is going help sprout a fancy book.
Hopless soccer ball deserted confined in a plush couch with your head missing I want to decapitate your seat of judgements.
Driving upside down to the bookstore with my mirror kissing me and music in my pants making me scratch the bottom of ?
Dreams rotate my saw!
The World is under fire so make sure you do a good job and recycle the excessive garbage that the World piles on
The world piles on repeat lolipop girl your licked even college is unlikely.
The superior gene pool is the one that survives harsh positions in the puzzle philosophys inadequate in making dinner and television sets.
Entertainment extreme enough not really I want to taste the blood cunt mouth grossly manipulated news.
I wish you were all naked then we could see it waggle when its angry.
I almost blew an aorta all over my email.
Climate is change in fashion that we will see superhero suits motorcycle cranium sheilded eyes and no more boogers ever.
Snort your last line cause No More.
I almost blew a sleepy snore into atomic mishap.
Evil is good and good is bad what? I don't get the riddle names dates and surprises spell out a lusty year with the heat turned way high and I mean way way high so you need drugs hunh?

Poet Creep

Thats why?! I couldn't get no sleep owl fuck my head
Throw something more than a bone thats what they deserve!
America you know nothing about your wild children in the night!
What kind of language they choose for this passionate spell that spreads the stars silly intoxicated on glorious synthesis.
You see life in your little box and they do it for freedom.
Watch out! For this luscious wind born unconstrained fellowship of obscene hardware thats designed to stamp you out!
This is more than a simpleton's dislike for something you've done and have not done it very well what?!
You made war with the wrong crew and your puddy in the wrong hands!
I alone am a out-of-control trailor smashing through the freeway high on a button with turbulent weaving asps in my hair along the stoney stare of magick my eyes, yes my eyes are eyries.
I want a different commune with a panegyric god that loves my human boner.
I want a different discourse with nature than life support systems and structure.
I need access to forbidden fruits of that gigantic thing that caused so much problems in history and I'm not the only one.
So you see, theres a problem cause I don't like your rule and I want to overthrow it in some lost forgotten space of ridiculous!
And I'm not the only one.