Krabpoemp

Where does space end?
What time precedes the repetition of our yesteryears?
------quicksauce responds----

"You dumb fucking fuckers!" Hilton screams,
unbelieving that two shits of such low degree
have ever graced the world of the breathing.

Bonk a tonka with Willy Wonka,
chomp a pomp-pom after a romp with Thom,
or honky tonk a wampum if it gets you to the prom.

sign on the dotted line within the alotted time
line on the rotten lime drawn from the spine
the vine begins to climb the mind of crime

Comes a time, in every rhyme,
where the rhyme reaches the end of a line,
and at the end of a line is only time,
and time is only mine.

------quicksauce waxes philosophical--

Chunka-chicka chunka-chicka woo-woo,
understand this. And stand by this.
And stand for this. It's chunka-chicka woo-woo,
or it's nothing.

Candy
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