Avocado ***

I am the clumpiest period of all, like the crimson infant named Satan

I wonder the thrift store Gestapo, moaning under my bed
I hear blighfighzhtiffduhudenwatzen (the sound a German makes when falling down stairs)
I see dog’s humping away at procreation, obnoxious enough to be bored
I want Jenny Jett Jumping Joyously

I am the clumpiest period of all, like the crimson infant named Satan

I pretend to be a marshmallow, the understated and severely dangerous dessert
I feel normal
I touch like a violently happy squirrel with the intelligence of man
I worry of the whispers that pervertedly murmur its rhetoric in my head
I cried when Gilmore Girls got cancelled

I am the clumpiest period of all, like the crimson infant named Satan

Man doesn’t live on bread alone, and neither will I on excuses
I say pandas are fair game when drunk (when they are I mean)
I dream of an AVOCADO ORGASM
I try to shock people whenever inappropriate
I hope I don’t get raped next week

I am the clumpiest period of all, like the crimson infant named Satan