Scarlet Jile
By the way, who edits the final draft and makes sure all the typos, spelling errors, and your other standard mechanical kinks are worked out?
Found another entertaining poem by a guy who would absolutely LOVE to be in the Press.
Ultimate Docter Demo.
I�ve traversed the dirt-ridden deserts
of despicable deeds demanding donors
to dominant the sleeping blood bags
ror the white crescent donut knights.
Riding on the trains of Anti Iconic Dominancy
and celebrating on the gullets of colds and flu�s,
as they bust open the gallant brigade of 1970
with some hypodermic mistake.
A b*****d with a lime knife;
Lurking like a dancer in the limelight:
�You know there�s something with that liver,
but your heart�s all rotted out-
we could replace it with tape and scissors
or just tenderize the thing and then rip it out.
I�m just a doctor you�ll soon b***h about
For doing it wrong in the blood spout
and replacing your gizzard with a bum lout,
But you�re going under the lime knife-
So I wouldn�t get too touched,
if you still want to ******** much in life.
By the way my name�s Doctor Eleanor Mick Clout-
I work mostly at McDonald�s so there�s an ace up my sleeve.
In the fact hamburgers are similar to bodies I believe. �
Under the faint light the burger lady
Prepares a fine bit of a chicken sandwich,
With whatever liver that looked alright,
But thinking candidly
Her assistants and she thought both looked ungodly,
So both went to the gut snack-
Then as if a bullet hit her back:
�That hit quite the tactical spot excitably,
so where do we operate exactly?�
I forget his name, get it to you soon enough.
Found another entertaining poem by a guy who would absolutely LOVE to be in the Press.
Ultimate Docter Demo.
I�ve traversed the dirt-ridden deserts
of despicable deeds demanding donors
to dominant the sleeping blood bags
ror the white crescent donut knights.
Riding on the trains of Anti Iconic Dominancy
and celebrating on the gullets of colds and flu�s,
as they bust open the gallant brigade of 1970
with some hypodermic mistake.
A b*****d with a lime knife;
Lurking like a dancer in the limelight:
�You know there�s something with that liver,
but your heart�s all rotted out-
we could replace it with tape and scissors
or just tenderize the thing and then rip it out.
I�m just a doctor you�ll soon b***h about
For doing it wrong in the blood spout
and replacing your gizzard with a bum lout,
But you�re going under the lime knife-
So I wouldn�t get too touched,
if you still want to ******** much in life.
By the way my name�s Doctor Eleanor Mick Clout-
I work mostly at McDonald�s so there�s an ace up my sleeve.
In the fact hamburgers are similar to bodies I believe. �
Under the faint light the burger lady
Prepares a fine bit of a chicken sandwich,
With whatever liver that looked alright,
But thinking candidly
Her assistants and she thought both looked ungodly,
So both went to the gut snack-
Then as if a bullet hit her back:
�That hit quite the tactical spot excitably,
so where do we operate exactly?�
I forget his name, get it to you soon enough.
Great find, scout. I would like to add this piece! Who's the author? 3nodding
