Excuses for Abuses

midget tossing's usually good for a cheap laugh
and little boys pop little boners by yelling cunt
hey! hi! what are words, you motherfucker?
is whore an idea alone, bloody scissors in the head
form an abstraction? my metastatic tumor   vines climbing
jack off on the killer beanstalk  who knows what that was
that rolled out of his mouth  jim scrambles up the sliding
mud hill  the heights were always looming high
this search yielded one result  hilarious
like, whatever, or so that's what they say  they
cute harness  grab the handle  push it in
all fall down  1001 things to screw in a dead punk