Why don’t yall pop yo pusseh atta Brass Fail, ha ha ha ha!
She laughed until snotgreen was her face and O terrible her witch’s nose!
You look like an avacado on toothpicks
L’espirit de l’escalier whispers to me at Fresh Co
And I move my cart forward, accidentally hitting the loathsome
Guy with WHOLE SOUL written on him,
who is macking on the cashier
I’m sorry, I said.
I’m sorry I don’t live in the movie Saw
What good times I’d have with you and your tacky ink
The cashier said OMG my dog eats a pack of those a day
When I handed her his hand and lips:
I knelt before her and prayed
Such goodness means the evil is, anxiously, at bay.