chief investigator in any
given screwed up assessment
of any backwoods radical
group of misfits with
squirrel guns at the ready,
will, most certainly, shoot
the ass of any given
movement in those dense
shadows made up of
picturesque woodlands,
where anything moving
gets the shit shot out of it.
blond bombshells on
any boardwalk in any
overhyped country
with imaginations afire.
along with brains made up
of titanium with silver inlets;
jumpstarts on demand.
not to dignify this
freaking freak show with
discussions persisting on
blond bombshells expressing
favoritism in certain political arenas.
we should start a new sport:
shaving each other.
think about it; this could be big!
shaving each other everywhere,
anywhere, and yes, even there.
and why not?
there could be contests: best
of shaving everywhere, and there.
the crowds this would draw
would be phenomenal!
we're talking big bucks here, folks!
getting all thrilled thinking on it!
contestants: start your razors!
we know it's been cold
when 10 degrees above zero, Fahrenheit
becomes a heatwave.
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