Chuck Norris in the sky with cheese

8/12/o6 sat.

Air is no longer my disciple

rushing between as fast as a tidal

and rough as the gentle sway of the moon

let's lie in bed 'til late afternoon

heartless endeavor as thick as flesh

the only comforting cape is mesh

death-defying suspension

silent but needed aggression

the pages feel so good

and are like silk against my face

copper tinted glass bottle

draped carelessly with black, scented lace

shocking blue that coats my heart

"Oh no! It's CWACY bear!"

an ivory shine that is no longer needed

and clueless, blank stares

hollow bamboo miniature logs clap together

scottish don't really say "oy"

this poem never really had a fucking future

so I'm just gonna say shove it up yER ass with soy (sauce)

stop licking each other!111!1! (With malta)