Shutting the blinds first prepping for the evening
Open up the bag of seeds, slightly contorted bead priority
Clammy germ obtains the seed, operating selflessly...
Spare the on-ramp, highway speeds exhaust his lunacy
Where do you fall?
We're all placemats to dogs
The substance keeps like glue
Tying up your arm again are you?
I am
Brick dust compound rotten fruit; try
Tell me, what are those men doing over there?
Injection sport shotguns commence at the docks harbored by the H trade