Siege of Yorktown, the injection heard 'round the world.(injectile dysfunction)

 

A something.

A turtle dumpling.

A truffle,

confined in a bubble.

MKL figuring,

what was the trouble.

A finger,

a butt,

and an angry dove;

so many

miss-

conceptions.

And on something

so varied as living

equally interspersed

on various misgivings.

A finger

a turd.

Never to pass

so much as

an honest word.

But that's okay,

you see,

the truth is,

after all, 

so difficult

to express

verbally.

The Chrysler 300

the potholes in Home Avenue.

I left my tired underwear

where I had broke in the waterpark.

Hairslick

ELO

Your mother 

locked in my trunk,

as she daydreams about 

sitting on my thumb.

I uncap the drink

the big 44

pouring out the crushed ice

on the blacktop

so that I can

pick out that wedge of lime,

as she rams her stupid knees

into my trunk lid.

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