Trash this atomic existence
Gnash sandpaper comics between your fat thighs
No ethereal bubblegum in the ricocheting elevator
Is your itching blog below your drool-laden pillow?
Pour oolong in your bacterially-infected ear
Crush the rusty fish flakes with your toes
Nail polish in twelve different erotic flavors
Microwaves are not intrepid spelunkers
Idolize my gasping, heaving shoelace
Tickle the armpit of my door
Claw at these gummy, rainbow-colored bricks
No belligerent ass-rubbing on the polyurethane opera wall
Quit harvesting those meaty glow-in-the-dark sticks
Melt like sizzling dandelions into the brewing chlorine saucer
Is your fingernail yet caught on your
Gray, folded, mucus-slathered thinking bomb?