ongue Twister by Rich Baker
Twisting twine twirls tween a twitter’s towel
At best he jest her rested chest would nest a vest upon a crested howl
To tear to take ten times too tuff to track too tall to tell
Heathon’s reasons breathe on seasons to cheapen treason down to hell
When one will wake was with white worms whisked in waspy water worn with work, but why?
There the thoughts the thirty-third thoughts they think therapy thins thumbs though they thunder high
Listen within wiccans in them is then quicken to piss in the glisten pig pin
By wrote the note would quote & float the boat to tote your throat would bloat in sin
Among the young with tongue had sun & run the dung that hung at dawn
The bell of hell would swell with smell & fell to quell the hell of tell as a pawn
Roderick brought a brick outta click with fodder sick & potter stick so small
Arrange the wage of rage to page the sage in cage or gage it at all
Hear the hate, the heat, heal the head of holy hurting hot heavy help holds heinous whores
Smell smacks small and smears the smegma smarter so smarter smut than before
What licks tricks to fix the six sick wics kicks the licks and dicks nicks picks
Of tried true trinity trails trophies trying trusting training traitor’s tricks
The mortar makes the shorter shakes the trembling trail of woes
Shells shoot the shame shorn from shocks and shakes the shambles of your lows
Resonates, hesitates, complicates, undulates, and wants to hate but shall remain
Toss the loss of cost to not and watch the shot the lost and moss of the abstain
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