I got my teeth fixed when I was eighteen.
This entitled me to a few feeble benefits,
like inflight movies and the bibles you find in hotels.
After college I became a
philosophical
giggolo, ate lice, googled,
grew a pair of gills, and that's my life.
I was loco right out of the egg!
I'm a beast of a billion genders!
That's enough about me.
Are you a slave with epoxy labia?
Slob for love?
May I bake your viola and park my
axel in your calyx?
Can you ride an okapi?
Is this your babel-villa?
Do you live in the sky or a box?
