Food, Clothes, Medicine

Two shoes chewed up, colluding with the
feuds rogue veterans. Food, clothes, Medicine.
Wielded out the smoke stack factory trained for capturing the
zoo's ghost predators. Food, clothes, Medicine.
I think I thunk a bunk colony could possibly
amuse grown delegates. Food Clothes Medicine. Peace.
The whipper-snapper generation greet 'em with
full blown pistol pull. Food Clothes Medicinal variety.
For every plastic orange bottle.
For tarnished pharmacy labels chaffed in abbrasive pockets.
Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain link
for the dead walk a little less clumsy than you'd think.
Hunger pain's chump change. Tell it to how his belly get
when bourgie houx hellions. Food, clothes, medicine alumni, bum.
I got the skin of my teeth between my fingertip and stellar.
Let's bet it melts together. Let's get these men some shelter,
Three hots and a cot with Quaaludes on the pillowcase
left in an ultimately cordial gesture by the staff.
It's a bathhouse for brave soldiers where they
coordinate the fornicating whores in maid's clothing.
Sip a hot mug up; kick a chuck up to the apple box.
Frankie says relax. Twenty says he snaps, safe wager.
Hell, ninety percent sent to the jubilee
never returned to brag about that fish bigger than you and me.
Walk on glass, cruise cloaked residence.
Bang on doors. Food, Clothes Medicine.
United we stand till all the parties click.
I divide and conquer, cuz frankly I'd rather sit.
These are them rat races. Machine or man, sprocket or fat laces.
Hatch back of flashbacks from a heyday full of bad lasers.
Now major Aes route the following orders to all his
crew's chrome generals: Food, clothes, medicine.

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Walk on glass, bang on doors.
Talk all trash, hang on whores.
Hawk all cash, bank on wars
like: food, clothes, medicine. It's yours.

We rotate protocol on a ringfinger neighbor to
peruse gross negligence. Food, clothes medicine.
Martyrs leak faster if the carver tweaks the dagger ninety,
moves choked citizens. Food, clothes, medicine.
Well yapple friggin' zapple, they swapped his commitment's castle.
Cool, dope, excellent. Food, clothes, medicine.
It's tough to legislate when scum tongue down a dinner plate of
booze, coke, heroine...
I bite the hand that feeds, chew the steak and spit the knuckles back.
Stitch him up and give him dap before his brothers rubberneck.
Iron chef Lithuania christen kitchen stadium
with chicken and mashed seratonin drifting into gravydom.
Save me some. Scallywags, hold your breath.
Their curmudgeons gun dusty like the road to death.
Gag a pin stripe militia kisser; no kill switch,
just a guilty gizzard where the recommend pill slip.
I wiped placenta off my face in the height of the disco era.
Grew through liquid bubblegum fever death and Christmas sweaters.
Grew through saccharin, fast food, study hall, and Ciff's Notes benders.
Now holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tiptoe better.
These are them sham city kidney kicks 'til the loose bolts belly-ache,
tailored for clans who stand iffy on food, clothes, medicate.
Pollywog hog a spot lit with bigger lizards
in the land of hot milk and honey with stingers in it.
Zinger. Jimmy the gist up, check a tip cup.
Mothers watch your babies near the preachers keen on fist fucks.
Keep your shnoz clean, ears open, chopper zipped up.
Food, clothes, medicine cause hungry, naked, sick sucks.
Collide your worker ants with Autobahn inertia dance
and curb them Herbie Love Bugs by the cursed final curtain clamp
Another savior with his foot cold stuck in his mouth
I play that who knows food, clothes, fuck it i'm out.

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