• This sound encumbers my taste for behavior,
    That exists in the audacity of the outside world,
    Those influences stricken my brain negatively,
    Now they are stuck in a clogged mind of mine,

    Ashes bones and rust is what you'll find,
    It's a hot desert; dry spell designed,
    These sentences inclined to the voice of this time,
    You speak in sour punch that is of lime,

    Keep trying to divide a lion flyin'.
    To the ******** s**t of the space ship,
    POODLES ARE DELICIOUS

    ******** POOOOOOOOOOODLES MASTER OF DINGLEBERRIES

    I WANNA ******** UR PUSSSSSSSSSSSSSY M8