The only downslide is the large stank of kelp piled on the beach to funkify
Proteus was an early sea-god
late son of Poseidon, Aquaman and Annette Funicello
You gotta get into overdrive, man
because in drive you just won’t arrive
She left when the hairs on his back took over the living room
And the bay window refused to hold a view
What's worse, the whole thing could have been prevented with a simple software patch
The Bill of Rites replaces the Bill for Wrongs.
Or you can just duck the bill like the quack you wannabe.
All participants must be at least 18 years old
and must prepare to share their left shoes
But not their shoelaces
We are just catching up to our limitations
Out of breath, sweating beer nuts
Put your thin cotton cloak slowly inside my hand
Don’t make any sudden daggers
The Number of Witnesses Who Say They Saw the Resurrected Jesus
Quintupled the Population of Judas, California
But who’s counting?
The beta blockers feel like magic
hotly synthesizing high-payoff payoffs
Ancient skulls tell a shell of a story
known for strength and homonyms and sandwiches
after winning a wrestling match
With a group of ruffians called
The Hinky DooDah Gang
jettison faith and circle the trapezoids of time.