Trampled Madison Square Garden, trampled Park Place, tramp resideth, a hobo of Hoboken, hitching on whichever Railroad well read, to ride, to some deluxe real third estate tower, Mannahattas flower power tower, hobo of Queens, royal flush, flat blouse, a gardon of melonia’s, crinkled, like a flat or shaved bush of marshmallowarla,
Abacus badass mofo.
Clutching America, as Walt Whitman tried, and failed, to do, the tramp, with reality TV, trumpin’ queen, royal nonesuch, glass bead game, any hand whatever, trumpeted, answering call sweet Alex Jones, playing the melba, the toast, drank, drank from coast to coast, toasted from coast to coast, love to love, sweet electoral desire, –for hire.
For hire? For higher? Flat Bush housing protocol, housing owner association, HOA, Woody Guthrie, a tenant, Woodie Allen a host, tripped out, tricked out, rhinestone holy roast going but bust. Rodeo in the garden, then Mu humming ho ho ho Ali, garden party, ringing a bell.
Not in farewell.
Stuck with the tramp, the jet setting scum succumbs in Teetleboro, plucks a melon and a marla, a sweet scented Key Largo, St. James, infirmary, Little Infirmry love lusting busting a bell, crashing crash course on giving Hell. “You ordered hell? With or white out anchovy gringo?”
Little tramp, sweet and vacant as a riff with a vamp and “You ordered hell, so you’ze the onces halitosis ponces, so we rely on you’za send it back. Hey baby, rit on a fire wall, a milk mule small and all, we want to love you, tramp, and we do, but to hell with your hell.”
Spam of Human Affection 
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