Provocative Expression

Wed, 01/22/2025 - 03:07 -- Caleiph

   Weed keeps my nerves on tap       It makes me give the kind of helmThat brings down civilization demolition-styleI smoke enough to blow the chimney off a roofFour times over; whole enough for Santa to fitFour silos on a sleigh, full-stop eyes to a stovetopIt keeps me sap on meters; I can't blink but stareAt spelling my own name right      With a pencil or with fingers in the air.         It Is What It Is                     But Ya Call It A Thing            Weed combustions bubblicious bliss   Bembe Colora! French kiss skills of a serfEating watermelon off a slave ship   Milking every man's cola on earth       As if they were a Fruity Fiddle on a roof’s loopLick the banana split up and down its lineTill peelings fall off like naranjas on cañasVacuuming your vas defrens juggernautYou moan to drapes; oh whoa woe; HoMo!    As if you're falling down stairs    Till the patella pops - and legs break.         It Is What It Is                     But Ya Call It A Thing                                            Weed chimes strut the narrow tie-up     Its belling black siren clamors the randy pocketWheeling a biker's cycle to Cameroon  As E.T.’s reach across the moon to phone homeJam’in Juvenile's slow-motioned cut; it's on!I keep smoking on ‘em; keep smoking on 'emAnd what a naughty boy! On his coy   Your steroid tsunami; Got Smirnoff with it tooOut! Cockwhipping you with a face-off wish   Jaws drop Everyday People's gibberish          Tasting all the ingredients in you.                                    It Is What It Is                     But Ya Call It A Thing                                          Weed railroads a tighty-whitey's stenchThree knocks; Any many mighty panty-hoe!       Sniffing the slope to the dungeon    Calling the dragon by its tail then letting goQuelling the lobe in a goalie's circleI tong the penalty shot in the breezersThe Snuffleupagus busts like Tyson’s iron rightSo hard a watch cracks out its socket  On palms between a spaceship's liftoff.                                  It Is What It Is                     But Ya Call It A Thing                                        Weed takes No Prisoners         It leaves nothing on the rake      Pruning your shaft’s triangulation to a plumYour voice box corralled at my gums canalAt Nuhn glands; In stands with phlegmFilmed underneath tonic-swelled dorito thighsLike a hot dog bite from hell, mounding the sizeI chum an erection's doughnut and drumTill you erupt And Say;  'I'm finna...'On your way alive this provocative expression.                          Ave! That Part                               BUT…                   

 

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