Brittney Spears -- Hit me baby one more time
Deus lo Vult, then any Despot cult despoiled from Pubic
hairs to be culled Republic. The only lonely wolf, killing
the whites and black, is the red I see in the bed and Cubic!
More lost souls selling their trade for fares, in cages Kubrick
could not imagine in his show motions case for the Thrilling...
The Hit and Run for all the Lolis, who are too old to RedPilling
the Blueballed pens, dispencing the sou's and ecu's for Stupid!
The Alps who lost their scalp on the Indian journey to Halt!
Escaping Wolfenstein, Mayday the Hit on another Mayham...
The circus must short on, until Air Farce None is Gestalt.
The therapeutic recession for the cheated prayers Gevald!
The Durmstrang, no Ravenclaw could comprehend "Maryland!"
Shouting for the distressed white knight, just to slap the hand
and bite the neck for the tied stunning and brave Right-Alt...
Perhaps the last Romantics went to Paris, or staved at Chikago;
I ate too much Bullshit to play ball, the Masse was scheduled
to go in Salem and the Witches hunted their first blood Rambo.
I drove my Dodge Viper merged with KITT and Oncle Bens Gumbo,
Ben still in his Teens could not stomache nor encounter. She imbued
the genderbent logic, and Gwen had to second it, becoming shrewd
like Silco tried to be the father of Jinx; out-sugarcane as always Targon!!
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