Kool and the Gangbang
teen icon in the brush. The vomit fountain splashing around the marble all cracked and broken, with ferns and other green plants growing through, and peacocks roaming making known they are the lion of the bird kingdom. On safari in the soft pink light a bubble of a dome surrounding vision. Lights in building windows and a bag of crack dropped from the thrid story and here comes the marathon crackster rolling up to grab that torch and off he goes into the foggy night to protect and serve the community like santa claus for dopers throwing out treats and beads to kids and flashing women with tits like eggs cracked over nails in a wall.
The only albino squirrel during christmas time with cape and hood hunkered down over pine tree branches. I slept in the car buried in the snow and started a fire in the dashboard and make good use of my pine tree air fresheners, deoderant. So after the morning freshening and shit on the trail i made my way into town, toothpick in mouth and greasy hair slicked back and wavy stuck to my head and a pencil mustache. I had broke my cigarette holder during fisticuffs with an overweight lez who wanted my half can of chew for a hit of crystal meth. She didnt even start a puddle she just scraped some shit off the pipe and handed it to me like i was suppsed to get a twack on with that. Anyway, now im on the skidrow avenue looking for street sleepers mouth agape so i may take my aged pliers for my old uncle chet who taught me about special things and made me help him make cream, like all good human helpers. So in i go with pliers to the mouth of the wretched street barnicles and hope to take from them a gold tooth, as most street sleepers have at least one gold tooth.
Hollywood swingin’…
ill be rich i tell ya, riiiiiich…
