Adam Green
That Sounds Like A Pony
Seven upstairs brothelsWith placards on the mantlelsAnd ten fish flavored samplesWith candles in the backHe was a well-dressed suitorHe had bad breath and canderI think they would have liked himBut he got killed by his managerFuzzy and cuddly he's fozzo the rabbitHe drinks from the nozzle and stinks like a ferretThey bought him a temple with children to play withNow he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiffHello to my red uncles you are my favorite comiesI'll meets you at sao anthonys and then go to pilatesWarship, the swordsmen, the multi-tasking mormonsThat breathe up in the shit house when you wrap them in contortionsGod is immodestTop twenty-seven hottestWith forty-nine heads in your bedsAnd yet I'm still your fondestTake me through the mandibles of PCP and vanderbiltsWhere PG rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animalsAnd peanut-butter sandwiches will flood the hole that vanishes with sights on race that vanishesBut that sounds like a pony
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