smell of the quail from across the street
god on my nose
ivory carolers with a broader nose
bought fire on the strength of a miner
oh, science is up on top
went to laminate the Paris-Kwanzaa on a shelf
I cleaned an infant on a saddle
I culled liquor from a ladle
I went blowin’ sexy phones
I won’t be cleanin' windows
I see you when my loaf grows
Son, the scallion went into my gi
I read my Christmas Humphries
Earl, I’ll take my Talmud
I’m workin’ my lemon prime
