pltng [alt:II]A Poem by bellyvankellyin your alien mask guard your saucy cheddar your icy unscored pelvic floor but I'm a grinder and a goal I scored without dropping my mitts or hip flexors which lumber right for you gone ghost thru the gummy rim wrong way in? Perhaps your netted clot that ensnared me was the goal that fishbowl celly that still rambled me a hoser like I was a fallen turtle that was too slow and dumb to even light a lamp didn’t count on me to find lil’mamas' peanut butter and snipe out the sieve but my muzzy smile wouldn't last for long your weird shaped head looked down on me like gino a gringo to be decapitated after winning the game though now, lil'mama you have pucked your luv destined ride the pine a lonely alien pylon sit tight there's always a chance for a pickup game © 2018 bellyvankellyAuthor's Note
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