Buckled knuckles in the smirking bottle.
I hear the chuckles and they shuffle to a throttle.
Cool blue over gray, every day.
Beseech the dismay on boats beached asea.
A mellow maceral in breezes of stoned apparel.
There’ll be imperil in the periled barrels.
The trolls patrol the holes they control and make it hard to see.
With or without pause, fraud is the one without cause.
Please listen, love is bisson so we need paz.
Read your lips and twist the scripts.
You boast so quick and make me sick.
The blood, so thick.
Bricked, so brisk.
~ That Dude Eddie~
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