Trip Like I Do

I got the brain-fuck cope of a schizo vet. I got the state school try, no respect. I got the let-the-world-burn of a laughing monk. I got the fuck the poor of an elitist punk. I got the self-respect, satisfaction of a smug bell-boy. I got the put-away, done, of a "played with that toy." I got the facts of life of a rich man's wife. I got the snowflake kiss of a jacking-knife. I got the Sisyphus virtue of a Frenchie chef. I got the hairy-leg stank of a hottie meuf. I got the dynamic forte of a systems pro. I got the buzzing hum of a drum's neon glow. I got the naughty Moses grim of a feather in my cap. I got the wandering in life and no need of a map. I got the pure hearted devotion of the shepherd king. I got the lion flaming stare of a zero ring. I got the crushed spirit wince of a blackened sheep. I got the advertisement of a perverted creep. I got the tourist itch of a cloistered nun. I got the no money riche but I sure had fun. I got the stomach ache nausea of a sweet nothing prince. I got the good advice of a words never mince. I got the steel-hearted pageantry of a Roman emperor. I got the superstitious snear of a more contemporer. I got the practiced sword of Mudville, known caliber. I got the knot in stomach wrench of the child Oliver. I got the Superman focus of a Paulian principal. I got the no bazooka tilt of a tape-wormed crucible. I got the don't-stand-so-close of an Irish hermitage. I got the God-too-verbose of an gold stingy midge. I got the ASCII last war of a Jap doctor. I got the solemn piety of a psycho-shocker. I got the IRA wrath of a God-meek Earth. I got the polygon bath of a she-virgin birth. I got the Christ surfering of a cross-eyed bum. I got the welfare pride of a man well hung. I got the out-done-in-generosity of a kidney doner. I got the why-your-precocity of an Amadeus toner. I got the not-invented-here of a vinegar squirting rocket. I got the one-page resume of a digital-nomad docket. I got the Lucy football of the Four Horsemen five. I got the Pink Floyd dead pool of an uncaloused pride. I got the Dianna gang bang of a pretender chump. I got the Amy quickie of a desolate dump.