If they’d asked for the greatest effing ****UP in the whole wide-eyed world we’d have to stick our Fanatical oar in again and tell them… “what the **** happened to PerryEntwistle InTheGoodOl’ Irish-entangled RaIN(..)” He’s been
Above the parapet and neglecting to mention anyone else but for his Riotously RainSoaked self. Where he went was its very own narrow-minded, helter-skelter game of prey-pretend, and we Cannot End-Up like the very same way he lost his ADOLESCENT-sanity on a game of Cards In the Beginning of the middle of the early AM’s END AGAIN…
They’ve wagged their telling of the ‘DOG-EAT-ALL’ tale again and hoovered-on-UP their own state of Cocaine Ingested probability. And we K!!!!!!!!NDA like how it did lend itself to jUSt another poem-piece of “Purest significance.”
And if there’s a good and interesting tale of our own to tell then it’ll most definitely (not) have been breathtakingly imbedded within _____
Ten-thousand (((ALMOST))) none-to-be neglected storyLINES….
Filled with judgemental aforesaid CoCaInE near the edges of the InS-aNd-OuTs oF tHeir reimbursed membrane($), “immediately, Please(!!)” and make it Plain-Ol’-Sailing… . Because if ANYTHING was worth the WEIGHT
It was this freight-ship filled with
————- __________ undeniably snow-peaked inDUSTry which sniggered to itself and held proprietorship over this whole snide-eyed Nation or Irreparable Reprobates
In the darkness of the underbelly ((OF THE IRISH SEA)) it fLoaTs, “as remote as remote can be and about to CONtrol All Of Our eagle-eyed (and eager-minds) eMoTioN… .”
