I don't know what's worse,
the copyrighted picture of
an alligator's dick, or the
face of the man who ate it,
or the sound of JOHN FOGERTY
defiling my wife's retarded
cross-eyed Buddha with an
Australian bush back-up band
& waaay too much emphasis
on the strings,
big outback jug tempo barbie dads
screaming like pariahs/pornaholics
caught in the snuff rack aisle,
discotheque in the exposed underbelly.
Heart attack, aisle 9.
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