Cindy Incidentally

...got yer mojo petulance skimming atop the rifle range of sex'n'saks and a wide girth of indecent proposal as seen through the hem of Cindy's dire debut so saucy so sassy so get some while the fleece is hot cause the counting game of a certain corporate shake yer money maker replete with whipped cream ala capitalism mit strife und blitzkrieg so gemutlich on the slipstream needs to be seen to be swallowed (ja) like there ain't gonna be no tomorrow let alone an understanding of the pull-out that's so Serbian and obvious it's even got Jesse Helms dipping into his humanity like it was ever in style and in need mister siren sir with a jack the lad and a Mac the knife and a Louis the propeller dropping all kindsa tips'n'tits for the sake of a UN comeback via the shock treatment so shake'n'shaft'n'orientated bliss piss on the hiss of an incalculable denial that's all big boy in the garment district all november rain and alphabet soup full of vacuosity and greetings cards but one still wishes you were here Elvis giving it some of yer finest halloween ensemble garish middle eight queer fix bonus flint wow does this bus stop at 57th street and if not why not ask a bus driver's son with a Telecaster jaw-bone so proud and revered should be taken on face value with an honest seal of approval that's onerous $ opiate $ joystick $ cocaine $ rhythmical and regal not to mention former Soviet Union with a slap dash mercy throw up popeye on the hood all cleansed'n'keef who's cleaned up his act which just leaves me to utter your place or my place or should one blame it on the revolutionary Fidelesque reprisal place-mat fresh out of suck school with a coquettish college degree on fixation and false cause yeah yeah yeah the bus does stop there so slapper rapper either way there's a dapper screamin' jumpin' jack hooligan 'neath the stern of an LL no way 'twixt the cleavage of lust und liquor fraulein frontpage former Cobain former platter with the petrol filled thighs so swish so smoke gets in yer candy so take it from a pro says Bo a couple decades further down the row cause we ain't talking pizza hob-nail boots nor a salvador handshake that was the artist formerly known as horny but's now a mere vic away from revival and redemption and must you keep harping on about the ideology of heavy metal so crane and so pregnant and so american arsewipe cliched up the spout of ain't forgiven and never will be cause a mirror of realisation ain't gonna cum (geddit) all buddha profound translucent nor is woman the nigger of the world remotely understood by such dogs of orderly obedience yahoo president of the empty head division and will you let me know how it feels to die upon the throne of a putrid conscience...