toiletooth

I want to root for the proof in the pudding is it goop?
Skies partly cloudy, fairly feeling i might puke?
i want to duke it out with dirty mouthed icky acting stupes.
i want to find that happy place that will gimme better tunes.
i'm honest, after truth, skinny, witty when i'm cute.
i'm on this silly route that only leads me to kahoutes.
took a left to get to you, but then i changed my mind and suit.
went in deeper, with wide eyes and a t-shirt.
blue tube socks and some stink ass sneakers.
like to say they're made for walking, but if i trip then is the speaker
floating lies between your speakers
speak a prize, trophies teeter,
my demise to offer,
as my nose's size gets steeper.
either
i am on some tacky tip
or you're a lazy activist
or at this point of reference
the couch's cushions dip a bit.
i want etiquette so fit it would impress even my lips.
i could put it exquisite
and you would notice my gift
i want to pop the wood tick who keeps sucking out my shit
burn 'em in the ashtray
"you don't do that, little friend!"
boys, girls, and even men
know its a hard world for little things.
art burns and blisters bring
hard earned listerine
when i want to wash with soap
when my dirty lips provoke
i can love oscillascopes
and watch them dance my note-for-notes......
i hope....