the more objectively
i look at
things
the more subjective
i become
the dart
the chart
the magic fart
excretion
deletion
of the ambiguous
meaning
of silent things
like rockets
blasting your gatherings
fuck the barbecue
aint no sauce thick enough
might as well start a fire
anal desires
sock it to ya
lock it up
don't hiccup
or sneeze
that's when the devil
makes you
throw up
a special cup
for your breast
your nipple
rests on the people
gathered in the steeple
praising God
bombs away
is what they say
boiled prerogatives
spoiled entourages
my golf
is handicapped
up your ass
how's that
titlelist feel
in your anus
hole in one
motherfucker
par isn't far
from where
i'm parked
glad i could
give you
a ride