Poetry by Committee!

[RVR II]

 but it was really about

some freak of a being

[Junkyard]

or truth of seeing.

Threads run through,

[bettertomorrowamy]

So I touched you.

My heart goes kerplunk,

[Junkyard]

and feel like I'm drunk.

But love is a razor

[bettertomorrowamy]

or a drunk cop with a taser.

Either way someone will get bloodied,

[Junkyard]

on boots of so muddied.

Thus it begins,

[bettertomorrowamy]

I grab 2 bowling pins,

I take off my pants,

[Junkyard]

and start with the rants.

This upset Madonna,

[bettertomorrowamy]

but pleased the pornstar Belladonna,

then I put on some upsetting pants,

[Junkyard]

a did a dirty dance.

This upset the Pope,

[bettertomorrowamy]

But screw that ex-Nazi dope,

Cuz....The Banjo Becomes Heavy At Midnight!

[Junkyard]

And everything's gonna be alright!

In the throws of a dream,

[RVR II]

kind of like a tractor beam

pulling on dead weight

[bettertomorrowamy]

as I orally fixate

on a woman at the corner

[RVR II]

She looked like a foreigner

But she might like whip cream