How’s it going, you terriblebitter loner?
Or monosyllabic, you loyal snob.
but sheepish gremlins pig mentally.
I fed them nachos after midnight.
Odder rottenness stinkers.
Agitate appal anus. Rent sets.
Are you making up words to beat me?Fouled-up, incompliant rainy day.
I’m an artistic, down-market goodbye.
You’re leaving me?
The Great Satan?
White-hot, unodious, mad twit.
You pirate’s moth-eaten nurturer.
the swooning thuggery inebriation.
Well, it is Friday
eager young man. Rent sets.
you stealthy, nasty, encumbered jerk.
You obturate, weepy, toughish mutterer,
songlike practical application.
Endanger fat-witted hullaballoos
with a prenatal pistol-whip.
Palpitate to this rotten whiplash.
I am the crazed blow-out womanizer.
I feel like you’re inherently sexist,
an eerily hero-like, funny elitist sexist.
That is simply nonsense. You’re skirting the issue.
the wittiest, amoral beauty.
You, the penetrative, stodgiest of sphincters.
You hoodwink the filthy in ethylene hubs.
I hear that’s popular in airport bathrooms.
Dirt-cheap high treason hesitates
with you, the odorous ultra-patriot,
the cheap boobification of the heavy-hearted devil,
the off-broadway ovations.
I am an unpretty, a white-hot monkery,
a famously ethylene adoration.
I am the tameable gunk agitator.
I am pliantly error-free blisters.
I am hot sores.