i.
But ramen for roses is usually considered stupid.
It swallows me and deflates a real watermelon.
Well, stink it long like self esteem decades creaking together or die.
ii.
Sonic pleasures himself onto a couple of lasers.
Sonic poems!
Amy woke up barefoot to see if foxes are gross representations of American wrists.
Or miscalculated biology that seems gay for whoever is left.
Frenzied angles without somewhere to go talk games again even after the world subsides.
Hanging green grapes from capitalist nightmares now comes across as bad penis size.
iii.
No itch to scratch.
Collapsing weapons of shiny clones.
Kid-Sonic drinkin' tricks for flying baby brains.
But it has happened before, the doctor said. "Soggy Sonic! Sonic poems! Rotor doodies by accident," his genitals stuck to the vineyard.
Before the revolution deserves platonic dogs, he still clutched a dickhog's power.
Hast thou a hotel dance?
Too cloudy to feel jealous.
iv.
Ventura Beach can't be surprised anymore.
There is nothing but eggs for Sonic.
Sonic poems!
So I walk inside a Korean cartoon to live life normally.
Tell people that it's me; I've made it.