In your cage there are rare wildcats
I can’t look at because they frighten me.
You say you can sell them for a lot of money.
Kissing a mirror onscreen
In a crowded room
The crooked line leads from somebody
It is drama waiting to happen.
Mr. Dry meets Miss Smiley in an operating room.
They have China together
They play and sing on television
with a ring.
Mr. Dry dies to everybody.
Light people believe in air.
They have less skin
You and I are on the same floor.
We are like two cigars that like each other.
You are a hairless honey and I am ego-lite.
Don’t be a sad plant.
You have a yapper to die for.
This adding machine doesn’t add up.
All we get are nutritious factoids.
Doctor Patience has no patience
And I have a wiggling gumline.
I don’t know whose vagina this is either.
Cut up your life
Other words, other worlds,
What is a man?
You have an arthritic imagination
Like a bowl of dead cherries,
Or dented ping-pong balls on the floor.
You bring on a clanging attack of
Mr. White and Mr. Beige own a golf course
They are two watches that get along
In the green streak
On easy air.
Every time I inhale in the sensory deprivation department
I get dry sickness and croaker facts, a real sore temperature.
What do women want,
Earwax ecstasies or pizza vaginas,
Or just to lay down with the pencils?
I am trying as hard as I cannibalistic.
Shoot me in the headache.
Jinxed affection opens the box.
A truck is coming filled with cries for justice.
What’s worse than finding a roach in your meat?
Tit for tat is not a solution.
The mask needs some sleep,
A selfie squat,
The perfect shower.
The best news pictures.
That’s how they survive
A rich death.
The first day of school
Turn over a new leaf.
At the heart of it,
That is what they have in common,
Dads care about breastfeeding.
Grim news to employees
Scarier than ever before.
You have to make people believe
It is significantly less miserable
than the leadership race.
Weight-watcher drone looking forward
To scratching my package.
I’ m a jackhammer sprinter with an
Gluten-free people finger factories.
Brick wall cops the wisdom of the north.
What divorced aftermath rumour?
Celebrities pose the deodorized Buddha.
Winner picks sleeping pick,
Masked lips, U.S. Walmart.
If you want to save money,
Tax backlash, bite Burger King.
The drum is so bright,
The air-conditioner is loud.
You don’t have to be
stranded in an unknown location
after 36 years of marriage.
For what it’s worth,
kindness is rewarded.
Tony is alive or dead
grinding brown hashtags.
How do these people in dry skin
wet leaves in significant silent anger?
The boredom factor is
the weight of what it means
getting out of bed.
Smiles collide dusty desk evacuation.
How much of this do we want to see?
Are Canadian universities doing
enough Chinese writing?
Local police departments ban singing
and scientists in the overcast nightmare.
What to wear?
Brion’s light complexion on the
Mexican border bareback riding.
Brad and Angie,
pretty little liars heading to Mexico
on the wrong side of the road,
The Lighter family as
curly haired cuties in blue.
You write your life story
when you’re young
and your hair grows fast.
Hidden information is not an actual cloud.
It never stops bad news.
A woman’s job sad in foreplay is
an air-conditioned nightmare.
15 fictional teachers
that’s so last week it’s a
sleep cure brain freeze.
Summer tweets a robot with emotions,
virulent homophobia on a frugal budget.
The unforgiving heat
scares the leaves.
I don’t know what to do
to cloud your judgement
until her rapist leaves.
Photos leaked the blood of survivors.
Aluminium paper death justice will be served
in repetitive nausea.