CINNAMON MOUNTAINS
Smoking in the midst,
My love for you gets pissed,
Like a flaming tart in heat,
You cheat the worst of public fumes,
You rob them of their shrooms,
Your shrinky-dinky life,
In a shrinky-dinky tomb.
Cinnamon mountains coated with starch,
Put your corn cob underneath her arch,
My mother's maiden name is Sarch,
Suck the juice off the lips and parch.
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