{ naughtie nightie neighbors nicely}

cant sleep t he clowns will get me cant sleep the clowns will get me cant eat the crowns will slit me cant dream the browns will deep me deep down im now the city outside is oh so pretty inside its awfully shity but in my mind i free the itty bitty kitties that knit the mittens for satans satin sadist sit in hopeful full bows show the glitzy rhindstones inside out for titties boobage on the landfilled quilting bee of honey landed in me cant explain the outer limits but what does it all mean im timid boy who lives in house that lives me anger softens blows like fencing keeps out wolves but keeps in bessy belle of jello hows she fitting into dresses made for missy cant contain the mess were making cooking pans of lantern dressings dressed in fitted well fit menchies munching on the mutton me see mr meager my hes heavy full of stuffing skipping stones in two piece fashion fix the car how fast were driving open road and now were flying open air were all sky diving diving fast we swim to heaven kicked us out of mamas kitchen raid the oven fast were frying open door were all pan diving open mouth were sucubiing steal the water out of the iron iron the rod and ram the nightly chores of laborous sleep depriving open minds were empty hearted open hearts were all quick dieing open mouth were audiblieing buy the engine number nine nein est mein hast choose your side of either mashed or frenchly fried set the settings set by guys in clean white coats who must comply to use the gagets hatchet style and enter peoples sanctuaray and splash the alter with cranberries post an entry into carry return the pigeons flight of nary cant a woman find a scary man who wont be scared of cherries chocolate covered placed by jerry clementines in danger there he takes advantage of her weary will to be inside his ferry boats the river dot the square he climbs aboard and sets the square t off into the mapped out green seas takes the helm and ale fourteen children fed on naught but sea tea harbor fested feasts of seaweed left behind to see the great seas making sense so now i cease thee...

TWENTY FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT