ENDZONE OF A PUNKER

Now, would you fill my insides with gravy train, 
Do your poppy seeds form into a stain?
All the toppling tree trunks clobber Jane, 
And the entrance of envy gives you pain.

From the fartresses matresses fall,
See the Japanese silence prevail,
And fail and rail against us pigmies,
We have never had fun on a junk food run.

Fallen Enchanters but upon the weeds of their youth, 
You thought it was corn but it was yesterday's tooth.
Swallowed whole by the apocalyptic beer, 
Spider webs coat her illustrious tear.

Never again be intercepted by the Last Waltz, 
Or kneel down to the alter of Sacramental Sturgeons, 
Why is it their toes never touch?
Why do I have the viral strain of a lush?

Meat grinder citizens of meat grinder towns, 
Bleed your organizations into slush.
And cap your champagne, don't let it spill, 
Have you remembered to forget yesterday's Jill?

Yesterday's Jill is tomorrow's pill,
Yesterday's lips are tomorrow's gill,
Yesterday's freak makes your information leak, 
Yesterday's thrill is tomorrow's tweak.

Your rotten flower subsides with tide,
As you pamper their feelings and shit on their pride, 
Tour guide for her pancreatic urges on another hoot ride, 
All the eggs on the beach get fried.

Divide and Conquer, underneath the bunker, 
Fumble her bundle in the end zone of a punker.

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