(Chris Bowen, I would not have you for a leader, even if you were fresh out of the oven. Neither would my dear Mother! You may be horny but you are not Capricorny! Hahahahahaha!)
Look at me, I have sunbathed,
outdated and belated, like a crisp
crust of earth in the air of mirth!
How could I lay so motionlessly passive
and act with such imminent violence?
Think you all could have laid me to waste?
Even a communication to someone else dear
was toxicated by you with all your disgrace?
I am still very chaste!
What about you AA and PSP, what taste?
The Grimmer the Fairy Tale, the grimmer the treachery?
So, Prakash Saint Paul gatecrashes my party,
always for eternity?!
And his devouring frenzy
of all my goodies and eventually me (hahahahaha, I’m baffled by his remorseless evil)?
And Albanese, so late, just a handful of years, in the folly
Yet, a mean encumbering morbid deep sea nonetheless, no mere river valley!
How about me so sunburnt(!)
managing to finally to take you two (insult to cunts even to call you that) miserable cunts
Your blatant treachery like an evil foggy squalid shroud, fucked by my punt
And I can burn you out, like you predators finally becoming the hunt (hahahahahaha)!
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