I MAY NEED A BIT OF A BREAK

Your mushroom scented Beaver
And her sister Seth,
Went down on a dementor,
To score some Crystal Meth.

When your tank is running low,
And you've gotta score some blow,
Stick a carrot in your underwear,
And be a gigolo.

Sucking on a sewage pipe,
Sucking on your sister,
Suck out all that milky stuff,
From Mr. Roger's blister.

Wonder Twins, pull apart and fulfill your own destiny,
"Form of an individual catastrophic bouncing fool".
Don't leave your catatonic grandfather soaking in druel.

Slapstick virtuosity piled up high,
Tightly wound like a condom in foil.
Suffocated beneath those milky thighs,
Of last years  leftover liposuctive lard lickers.

I may need a bit of a break.

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