These kids, grey, black, smothered in mackintosh, in NYC, believe a ya me, tenement, Tianamen Square, register a moniker, a black boy on Montgomery, not far from Madison, ring a ding ding ding ding.
The air was stiff, as was a clit, and all around, tick tock, tick tock, chock a block, wanting a good loving, and feeling the night air, as a solemn nocturne, went brandishing m’rose, m’despair.
A young kid who was perfect, feinted with a thick right hand, asked of the Muslim– pugilist, pull my finger, with a dum t’dum,a pug is a pig, righteous one, you pull through, you hate pork,
These little boys and girls, fit as a fiddle, okay you can’t drink, you can shrink you can whistle,
NYC, to populate a new continent, as with among others, great john locks, lamo camo flip in your poot,
A low down kid, fit as a fiddle, a kid from Opera, big down jizz down, Mamam, Josie Wales,
I want Ali, while me, a Christian, You want peace. You want peace.
Spam of Human Affection 
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