The Legend of McFurry

~ shitstorm never looked so good! ~

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Petroline, My Love!

Your Weary is my Cross,

Your Keepsake, a Cost!

Every Ethanol fume, I swoon —

Oh, Petroline True!

Never shall I seek

Freedom from your leash;

My Oath, bank notes,

To cloak your Blood-Regime,

Petroline!

Until my dying gasp

Become that Fossil-past,

I kiss the lip of every flask

My Petroline!

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Yellow is False,

Fate-lines intersecting at Infinity.

That mealy wad of Time

Is crawling out your bucket.

I have fleas.

Every surface may be

Peeled-Back like

Boiled Eggshell,

Hiding windows.

Something, something

Something.

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“Did you like the Movie?”

“More than my wretched life.”

“I pile objects around myself

To feel special — pricey!”

“That’s why I applied to Walmart.”

“We should stand in a group of Strangers

Who know lines from my Favorite Song:

Money won’t leave you Alooone!”

“I’m going home.”

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Puddle-dumpling slumping

Stump-muddler won’t

Grump-away befuddled

Con-gobblers with

Horrid stories foretold

By portly horny-zombie

Cage-Free Spammer Rage TV stubble

Vitamin-Bubble Renegade

Sportswear.

I swear.

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