the lightning gods
 
 
 
the lightning gods came over last week
 
they stunk like shit
 
 
 
they havn't showered in years
 
those bastards
 
 
 
they wanted shelter from the coming rain
 
i told them to go to hell
 
 
 
they said nothing was going on in hell today
 
 
 
i let them in, those dirty shits
 
they soiled the rugs with their filthy toungs
 
 
 
i made them pay for a new set of golf clubs
 
i told them to be quiet for fifteen seconds
 
 
 
they were too rude for me
 
so i hosed them down
 
 
 
they still stink like shit
 
 
 
 
 
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