Zzzzzz
Zzz
Zz
π΄
Sleep
peels.
Feels.
HEELS π
Zzzzzz
Zzz
Zz
π΄
Sleep
peels.
Feels.
HEELS π
Meow meow meow.
How how how?
I stood stood stoodβ¦
On his wood wood wood πͺ΅
Run run run
Cum cum cum
Exhaustion exhaustion exhaustion
The life of a hoe girl.
Rush Rush Rush
Hush hush hush
flush flush
Gush
1Am chill.
Bringing myself to will.
To kiss the cactus that is my pill.
The ink and pen in my quill.
Driving me to maddness.
And I Hop.
The coiled leaves.
Around the Earth
Move slightly cooler to the ground.
Where thoughts of you stay around.
The pumpkins grow.
The lawnmowers mow.
Skeletons curl their fattest toe.
The leaves wither.
My organs slither.
I fetch my favorite pair to scissor.
Cum hitherβ¦
said Edgar Allen Poe.
Red eyes.
Messy ties.
Chicken fries.
From Burger King.
Trees that are pine.
Penetrated pies.
Horse sighs.
From this world not fabled.
Train ride,
Brain fried.
Here liesβ¦the ocean tide.
Collect nuts in the woods. π°
The woods is life. π³
We are the squirrel. πΏοΈ
In this cosmic swirl. π«
Goodnight π΄ moon.
Goodnight sun.
Goodnight toasty warm bun.
Pretzel π₯¨ bun.
Tasty and fun.
Yummmmmm
I rush up the stairs.
In the wilderness there are bears.
The wildfires
Only you can prevent.
Night on the train.
Feeling the fizzle rain.
But will it make the grainβ¦
I mean the harvest better?
And by harvest I mean the daddys.
Looking for the baddies.
Or the sugar caddies.
For the coffee I ran late.β°
Goodnight moon.
Goodnight nick toon.
Soon soonβ¦Iβll wake before noon.
Cuz work
Sweat in September,
A chaos to remember.
Smash smash smash.
Creates another rash rash rash.
Diet of cactus
Makes one feel wacktus.
π΅
Love
Dove
Tum
Sum
Come
Cum
Move
Prove.
The external existential morning.
The construction on falls door step
Imploring.
Could not get tickets to Ariana touring.
Thus I continued to be whoring.
Day ends.
Night sends
Me to the desert. ποΈ
Where I dry up
And only squirt can revive me.
Night bends.
Day is my friend.
And hot dogs surround me. π«
The demon dogs wonβt let me beβ¦
Eeeehhhh ehhhhh ehhhh
π π π π
Red hats
Red cats
Red mats
Sexy tats
Circulation is the
Unification of our souls before
Mummification.
I look deep inside.
Not remembering the tide.
Memories decay into
Emerald eyes.
π
Before bed.
I hit my head
Against another head
Of a three headed dragon.
The existential dread.
I blow my nose.
Drink my tea.π΅
Then pee.
Then lay in bed.
A potato chipβ¦crunchy.
Watch the WWE daddiesβ¦punchy.
Thinking til 2AMβ¦.hunchy.
π°οΈ
Running up that hill,
But falling halfway up.
Jack and Jill still tumbling downβ¦
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The chickens over yonder cackle.
Cluck.
Cluck.
Cluck.
The PokΓ©mon refuse the city life
All thanks toβ¦
Muk.
Muk.
Muk.
ποΈ π ποΈ
Coming up roses πΉ
Or cumming up roses π₯
Or coming cumming roses.
The choice is always.
As long as you water them
With hoses.
π¦
Clouds being plowed by force.
Corn being plowed for harvest.
But what about my plow?
I want to be one with the cow,
And chickens running free
And I want it now.
I want to be plowed like the corn.
I want to be plowed like the clouds.
I wantβ¦plow.
Purple cactus
Purple cats
Purple cars
Purple stars.
Blue eyes.
Thick thighs.
π«
The morning after
Feeling like a chiropractor
Because I cracked my back
A lot
Meow π±
Livingβ¦
Or giving
Somethingβ¦
Is it the time or the rhymeβ¦
The time
Or the tymeβ¦β¦
Or the time
Time
π°οΈ
At the Queen!
The gays so mean?
One ran away as I approached!!
I wore 2 purple roses that wereβ¦
A broach?
Wellll!!!! Here we are!!
This is so fun.
Should I have worn a bun.
So fun so fun
So cum so cum
π π
After the thought π
Iβm an after bedroom mint HOT π₯΅
But what if we get caughtβ¦
In the parking Lot.
Of 7/11 and get not
Naughty.
πΏ
However I am but a cactus. π΅
Full of prickles.
Worth nickels.
Pickles π₯ pickles π₯
But I hateβ¦pickles on my burger π
Coffee in the morning.
Coffee at night.
Coffee in my contact case.
Coffee took my sight.
Coffee is my 2AM Grindr hookup.
Coffee is my kryptonite.
βοΈ βοΈ π
A day so cray.
The horse well neigh.
But all I will say,
Is a question?
Did anyone milk the cow today?
Or was it all work and no play?
π΄ π
The vibe inside
The Chicken is fried,
So am I.
π π