Get yer ass in the car and drive motherfucker. We as in the democratic republic of wherever the beer's cheapest drive thru the village and pinch the girlies buttocks with glee and we all giggle around pleased. We come from the wetlands but we’re not crocodile-like, we’re backboned organisms with style. The alligator’s on the shoes with the radio blastin’ out smacked out jam jazz—there’s a North Dakota blizzard in our toes so we stomp every chance we get to let the blood thaw. It’s an archaic brainwash we wish to discover or eradicate, depending on the slow flow or rapidity of the traffic and the mood of which we will arrive in.
A flashlight in our eyes—we just growl. A peace officer yelling in my face and I just smirk. I fucked his wife while the children were watching. Blasphemy, I should be shot, I know, but the law's on my side cause that’s what he told me to do.
A flashlight in our eyes—we just growl. A peace officer yelling in my face and I just smirk. I fucked his wife while the children were watching. Blasphemy, I should be shot, I know, but the law's on my side cause that’s what he told me to do.
