December 19, 2007

I Gots Trouble...

... in a bag.

... and I will trade it in for sorrow.

... in my lower back and lower ass.

... with your attitude.

... eating possum feet.

... trapped against the leeward side of the ol' Brinston ridge o'er yonder.

... under the stairs.

... only after have been gottens by this same trouble.

... and we should be back around ten-thirty tonight.

... with your altitude.

... finding trouble.

... sexing you all freaky-style.

... ocsking and riwtering.

... locating the United States on a map of America.

... and I will not release it until my demands are met.

... with your oafish manners, good sir.

... with my one-man military coup.

... with your aptitude.

... with unintentionally swallowing trees.

... feeding my cat to the neighborhood children.

... with my one-man musical about my successful one-man military coup.

... promulgating synergies for properful effectivization of my businessish, managementical leadershipings.

... pregnant.

... in the microwave.

... somewhere near River City.

... infinity.

... with your amplitude.

... in trouble.

... with verbs that may of may not ends in 's's. Eses? Esses? S-es? Do you sees? Now I gots an additionals trouble? Oh crap! Now anothers!

1 comment:

YFW said...

Right here in River City...