Unlovely Bits of Blump

Unlovely bits of blump,

all untoward tits and rump,

you are my muse today.

Let’s cruise and play

at being what we think

each other is. Let’s blink

and rub our noses into us

and be the blunderbuss

that blasts into the sky

to win the war. Let’s fly

and keep it clean.

Or do it like a mean lean

mutha

to each utha.

Rip and rant.

Rhyme until we can’t.

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