X Rabbits got my Christmas Tree Pregnant


My bunny is sexually hot

has style, class, and he’s socially racist.
Christ invented
the pink wig on Jerry Springer show.

What does a homophobic rabbit
and T-Mobile commercials
have in common? Skittles lick the rainbow.

Santa clause once painted
a Mexican Church that resembled a lot like the Unabomber
a masterpiece of smiles.

How come humans always get away at murdering a cheeseburger?
I mean what about the French?
Don’t there hot fries look way better than their homicide investigation?

Hot Asian cats predict the end
of the world just by reading Bank of America trading cards.
John Waters decorated Fonzie’s Christmas tree
by selling war & genocide to a chimpanzee.

Christmas isn’t just racist;
it is racist against coca-cola and chocolate peanut butter cups.
Disney supports burning cartoon crosses
but what about Sunday morning Swedish egg mcmuffins?

It’s no wonder people commit suicide
nothing much to do but become entertained.

Have a merry Christmas & a happy World War 3 new year.

 

 

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In the absence of hell, the belly swallows the future

The howling wolves call out to my opinions
curious about reshaping the cats’ rotten melody.
You nest all the Cuban-adjectives, give them sweat to drink,
and make orphan shadows out of fabric teeth.
My defect Spanish became a worm.
Clouds trim their hair but don’t know why they giggle.

One day, the spiders will possess 20,000 senses,
and 1% metamorphosis.
Did you envision enough realms knowing that the unknown is bending?
Slice open the falcon’s stomach,
pick at the decay of its glowing light,
wouldn’t you wish to join our medicine-man and hear all about his sacred journeys?

Let’s dig out the past and dip it in spoiling water.
Let’s dig out the present and over-douse on life.
Let’s dig out the future and dance around the hollow atoms.

33+33+33
Add it up and what do you get?

A tarot card named Death: one to all and as above & so below for all.

 

 

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