L.A. Angel

LA angel, LA siren

The Mary Freddy pray ashes kill Baltic flow

For hunger I hoist me cherries

I’m mostly history, I’m fuming

The rascal is profound, sorta the piano accursed

He whammo in bammo and pee

He retells and repels, ass or pig ladies

Temper pew the dentist, temper pew well sir

Well masticated, filtering

but gorily he elmers Nietzsche in porno

spoon the luscious staccato die casting me

They send ill videos in posses they had to murder

Nine Farsi, they decline

Die ballsy the scampering g-note all the Cro-Magnons

LA angel, torched, frustrated

Fresh pee on the floor, pray in terror

The solo he mostly haughtily knew he desecrated

Rudely paralyzing recon drones

A paradise he fucked in the ass zone

LA zima burdens May circles

Eat a LA dove solo

Bored, eh? LA core a LA disillusion

LA scintillating the mice

Mute hos commiserating on dough to throw parties

In carbon verses, bonk those expecting meat-Os

The ride brief, yet smelly

He quells the inconsistence he took quickly

And finds brittle air in total enemy I fixedly

Tell oh no, immerse well you Vango, pew too

None fitter LA, soar LA.

Stephen Rosenshein recently graduated from the George Washington University with a B.A. in Psychology.  He plans to spend the next two years travling in South America and teaching English.