left bum cheek
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left bum cheek
to cheek dancer
lets one rip
on the border
Of nowhere and
on the run
to holy lands
of Patrol manufacturers
truly worst nightmares
merging with lesser
mud than yours
but only because
pelican's neither lie
about their catch
As the willows
bend with strength
of a zephyr
from a fart
smelling like tulips
and bbq sauce
smothered all over
beautiful romantic candles
That smell funny
only when up
A deep dark
And extremely moist
deliciously mysterious cavity
and screaming out
it needs washing
With a Karcher
up your bum
avoiding the seal
and speaking cantonese
when asking for
special fry rice
with growlers chilli
only the finest
gut wrenching cabbages
And a hint
Pureed pickled eggs