Cherry-pickaxe

Cherry-pickers can't be lock-smiths
words go merry around and flurry the sky.
My expression is blurry from espresso
cola and lime under my cherry tree grifts.


Choose your poison, as in poised noise
the illiterate have a invoice to avoid a choice.
The minority reported a prank call of a barrelroll.
The cinnamons trolled some enrollment promball.


Militarized the offended rending fenses to pickeled treats;
I would great you some farewells to tell a tail on your wish.
The well was poisoned and didn't cave in the least.
Steadfast was the demise as destined by the precursor of fame.


How many trolls does it take to change the dark bulb;
to light up the brains that go brawn and mayham...
Being vulgar, both intimate and most annoying - wont budge;
the enemies deserve no mercy but what do friends get fam?


Expose the cleric - intricate rumors start spreading their legs like
a bitch on a pimp. No-one wants to change the rules while winning;
whining on the boosters given to loosers, the devil also grinning.
For the mirror both growling hound and image look alike...


I pick my cherries under the cabbage leaf as the storck nests;
the cases are empty and make no sense to release the maison.
No body is laid to rest, some burried dogs even put to the test:
Waterboarded and sundried like tomatoes or sour graped raisin...


Carry on to the rainbow pity party: "They gonna laugh at thou!"
We are one, solidarity trumps Solitaire while indicting the dice;
as one stabs his enemy own backs bled dry and stout;
finding the splinter in the neighbours brain-cell while anvilled with vice!


Who's bastion has a high horse and who has a donkey as a king;
asses are flying around, some are handed on a silver poker.
Who is the kingpin and the supreme lord of your smugling ring
the drones shall shoot the game - who shall be the broker?


In the light of justice and truth, who's ruler shall rub it in;
as the sin fades away, tucked under an umbrella and a carpet.
It was streaming with white paint, dripping down the lane.
My cane I fetched from a blind man duped me vicious and domain...


In sane thoughts there are so many loittered connotions to lottery
the collusion between obscene and devotion. I motion to evoke
a potion to have carrions godspeed to Jersey while rehersing California
smack New York to hearsay - I heard it been prayed around a laughing stock exchange.