The Green King wets his mind hat
In the flower breath of tortured faces
Shaking the looks
Heart mouthed out
Fetching nothingness and
Castles drop bottom faced
Through his shoe horns.
A cracked beak shines bold
Faced on his rotten snout
Fresh parsley crowns his tarnished head
But he is pure green and couldn't be happier
Eating his pimientos.
They are so green and
Hot red bread sauce
Pours out his eyes onto his shaking hands and
He is gorgeous gorging his fat
In meatball popsicles and french death
Drink his Coca Cola light
In fetid
Stupid
hash hating
tobacco faced
greasy
slimy
clammy
soft
pudgy
Snail Rotten Shrimp sauce.
Everyone on the metro
Wore Green
And he was the Green King
In his green shorts
green Slippers
And a famous green shirt stuffed with French Cuffs and Shrimp Heads
What more was there he asked himself
Eating fake death every day and swallowing yourself in slime.
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