Monday, September 24, 2012

H.R. Puffin Stuff to the Huffington Post

Deafened by the roar of the makeup mankind's not in sych
With the senses since the censure of the censors speeches
Gave us style guides on how to drive a car and not to think
Of drinking or driving golf balls on crowded fairway beaches.

Art is a recovery from the first point laid down onto a canvas.
Drinking driving fairways censors speeches crashy screeches
Have nothing in common makeup lions roar salesman canvas
Nonsensical you say the sentence is a swamp full of leeches.

Knot is not good knitting needles clickity clack railway tracks
Criticism greasepaint is makeup send in show clowns snitches
Stop the world I want to get off its a mad mad world of attacks
To sustain sustenance or covering ouch backs whelps: flitches.

Blind eyes wide shut flooded drains tear ducts locked hoover dam
Stolen plagiarized Stanley, Steven, Pablo flim flam man oh damn.


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