1,473 Words of Absurd & Old joe

1,473 Words of Absurd

In hell rebellion

The Bit like magellin

Full press court dunking wishes

You nano missed with a loose grip

Smelling Old Spice at an antique

Ship port starbird report

Yes captain torpedo tippers

From a cow sport

tagged ‘get a grip’

Grass begged

horoscope counting

legs Pegged billy goat burden of belly gloating

Wheat germ on stock special

Begger the stop button on burning heart pops

Globs of gas logs clogging on slab of scrap

Wood circles carnival cruising weights and dates

For monetary stats EEEEEEE

Mono EEE Money me half windy

She walks a bit witchy

Spells dripping on sidewalk

Crack slipping… MMm Kay nice talk

Back to your prison holding gold mentions

My cheese flipping on trampoline

Gearing up for the nano convention

Introducing thermal circular internet retention

Retina lifting images tourrete syndrome

Absolute pandemonium with the giggles

Same spirit rearranged this time to hear it

Moan on loan with a soul stone divot

Diverse on! living

Perverse blonde coats hung on rack

Sit on the porch with a quarter pack o smokes

Reduced to reusing recycled jokes

On a two string banjo strummed a one tooth bloke

Better with cheddar broke tuned harmonic dread

432 following wig on head

One pluck with digits come on man get it get get get get vroom

Off to the races romantically exhumed

Molecular traces yes that gosh darn babboon

Thought only the coven used brooms

Our horseless riders with one red boot

Somehow some do now too

Don’t look for that good ol dustpan truth

Plumping up on bran muffed stuff in a Smoking room

Rookie ruin too many bounces on the low dive

Blow that fucking whistle

Too good on timid boy

Petrified chlorine coy

Lifeguard that spirit Oi Roy

Rollover sit shake speak

I said speak don’t break

Me? Lost it in the little league

Prolly gonna be the shallow end

No sea sodium tabs

Bunched in that wallstreet derivative stuff

Just looking to swim first on the diving end

Overlooking the ledge but that fucking whistle instead

Round and round with that grand mall cop

Summa bitch slop dignitaciously

Lost the cost but I’m the boss

Business systems too dumb for waiting

Profound degradation

Corn born pouty face

Slap em with the safe

Highchair guard base

Floatin ropes and triggers

Back in line Jace!

Figures

Why did they what them to say

You know those chicken shits in high place

Attention

Representing human in the holographic age

We all do the same charade

Yep sign me up saw the early post

Let’s play

Laser tag satellites in space

This is the dawning

Of the break all who are curious

Minus badges lapel reversal reversing status

Commercial drains had em

Backed up with plastic toys from China

White scorpion cheer pop the cork

I’m outta here

Harley hog style with a cream corn smile

Stalks and piles of once in a whiles

Wild beguiled initial public trials

All at court again with the “hiles”

Never heard that before

Would argue but better ignored

The south wore mutton

Mending crumpled dumplins

 A dollar a cousin fluffin

Nothing but I wish I was’n

Egg cracked carton clan

See, Dee? Do you see?

Trash that clean shaved disgrace

Of a ball goofed trace shoveling lines

Again I wait?

Buckets of inspected bait

Policy papers with a mandate

Damn thing never stops

Resting on the backs who pray for

Cracker snacks and play dates

Meet you at the ground, Late

Yet he wasn’t in the dirty dozen

I promise he doesn’t even like waves

But them Tonka trucks and Thomas Trains

Please close your eyes if you wanna stay awake

Huddled hate

We love colors just not the hue you make

As the world yearns we got a new list to say

Where’s your bubble

Oh yeah that’s fuckin great

Sketch me out a system

Gotta lose that weight

Lame stains sharp-beard baked

Boot a judge parked in red

Calling his folk-friends

3rd circuit fort

I love my cliché’s

launching lifer’s my sport

Order in whores, we’ll have 4

‘See through kevin’’ll be at the big door

Knock 12 times and do head stand with spin

You wanna toe, I’ll getchya a toe

Will you be my friend?

Back to the goologs again

Man I keep hearing that shit

Doesn’t sound like a spiritual lift

A pick me up

Hidden in uniform something not good

Dragnet jonny forlorn

Playing on the corner

15th and Vermont

Next to the torquoise horse

 Paid permit of course

Stage diving on a neighbors petunia

Have another like

Like like like like

 

Callin Ol’ Too Tall come in Too Tall

Aight den What’s up Glenno Big Dave here Can ya? What? Whoop me?

Shiiiiiiit, with ma gramma’s teeth in my daddy’s sleep

Dude you aint’ eat up, you ate up, Ain’t ate up, you gone

Hey glen ya gonna write me a song about me whoopin ya?

Hear from Joe and Angie? Let me turn my hat back put my thumb in my mouth

Watch this hat lift, That’s some magic shit kid

Let’s go baby get ‘er done

Come on man

How would you like me to hit you in the O Malley

Good boots yank? Runnin slower than my butt crack hack a lack alack a lack hit a cracka back

Still stacking cash out taking trash

Money still callin get it kizzo

Set em up barkeep Set em all up a round on ol glenno

THE

Kids em a boot em shoe em love tru em a better world do em

Since college we be cool’n

Geezers acting foolish

Barbershop comics

Proud to be toolish

Yo, What happened to Dru

Ish don’t add up

To the plate next on the mound

Cheers to the don’t even think about it…. Fuck ya know!

Good time man

And don’t go pouring none of that malarkey

Pocket change scrambles

We partAy we all P-a-r-t-y

Cause I can put ear in my ear, that’s why

 

I missed butter’s worth sir, update me please

Bahhhh too good, had to go, no need

Cancel your membershit and meet her synthetic cousin

It ain’t butter but we taste like something

Get on with the trend

Sortin seeds and stems

65,000 live keep pretending

Super chatty questions are My tendies

Hey little twirp your fly’s undone

Swoon slang

Hers tracking ya

Been cursive lent

Never meant shun the floor

Portal paper journal sure

She like a fresh squeeze

Lemon or a sleep nod

Past center field

Catching all balls

No home to run

Stalin with a riddle

Plucking feathers from

Cluckers

Now Naked and grumpy

Shluff it a treat watch it follow me

It’s just the

Hey, Calm you It’s an ability tree

Hugging wood washing feet

Pickles and dimes  for ya books

Be blind looking like

Camp train leaves at midnight

Sending a van

It’s either heart or hand

Your move stan

Mind you 10,000 year plan

Did the MacAfee virus scan

And it’s best and in ya

Rest reason and resign

Your rights have wronged you

Here’s our 15 limits that will lift you

If it’s cursive can’t continue

Supreme

Deaf brand revenue

Revival stew revival stew

Best damn thing you’re ever gonna chew

Glory to the lord and all thanks too

Get an

I wish I had a bowl, I wish I had a bowl that was tall, I wish I had a bowl that was tall with a straw

Of that Good Ol Revival stew

 

A list of me for you to cancel

Go carts, what’s your handle

The A Team greyskull Analog camera

Bozo thunder thunder thunder

Pains growing Ol’ Cosby for years they’ve wondered

Smurfette’s been slangin balloons

Of Hey Boo Boo

Who do I pledge this allegiance

Balkay bar cheers with us

Bunch of golden days priced right

Double dare ya dennis mr Ed

In some innings

When your sliding into home and you fill your pants with foam

God Bless the canceled day

Was in living now out giving

Contracts for least opinion

Ranked by someone invisible

Crafting here’s whatcha wants

Free shots for blunts

Taggin cattle horse and saddle

Dolla dolla tattle calla

 

Ring ring breathing heavy

I gotta call from my neighbors nose

It was a real snotty conversation

She kept screaming, somebody needs to blow me

All she wanted to talk about was the boogie man

said she’s picked on everyday

and kept asking If I smelled what she was steppin in

I said no, I gotta cold

Good one she says

She was acting paranoid said her neighbors could hear her breathe,

I said, well, they’re all ears

I said remember, we all have our Farts

Some of us hear them and some of us smell them, but when you see them it’s a shart

Old Joe… Clark