Chicky Nugg has been selling all the drugs out behind the dug-out // when the cool kids' eyes go wide and burst into limeade fire he just shrugs his huddled shoulders // a little boulder // crumpled fudge // all of his clients keep on with their dying // he tries to nudge a bit of life back into their Hollywood bodies but it's a shoddy job // and his jaw keeps aching like an avalanched attack // a rasping iceberg // so he keeps his mac-nut manhood well-submerged // urging the corpses into a brilliant pile // crying turn that rigor mortis down // smile wide for the camera kids

Several of them went bye-bye this past Sunday afternoon // as the sun loomed like a sexy villain // their bagpipe brains spilling as young brains do // everyone then // just another Looky-Lou // Chicky Nugg always smiles with his eyes // he is so polite and super-glue // he extends his hands like rambutans // he always greets how do you do // Pickpocket stopped breathing new // he fell off and away out into the blue // like the warm bayou of our best desire // he was locking love with Chicky too

Bonnet-Bell was a brilliant bastard // whenever Chicky Nugg smudged her she always screamed faster // fucker // faster // and when he made his marriage bed just right for her she would taunt him // say he could have lasted longer // made some room in the sacred bed for her to lie there too // last summer or the one before // she killed Chicky Nugg behind a rotten door // but he rose from the floor // an Easter hottie // a shoddy boyfriend // singing sweetly Bonnet-Bell my fluffy sundae I can mend myself to hell // no matter how many times she killed him // he scooped his bruises // he was well

Back home // Sweet Pea and Peachy Pie await his arrival // patient petals // pretty bevels // they need no hugs from Chicky Nugg to know that they are hovered // he covers them with dust-mites and sings them barf-bag bedtime stories // as soon as they are dead for the night he reads his screen like a bed bug bite // all the termites his balls could ever hold // the stalls go unsold for centuries // Chicky carries on with the grease of his on-line classes // frame-up rental // and by the grace of hentai and the blow job masses // one day he will be a dentist // removing all the children's teeth // leaving them with redrum faces like pretty jack-o-lanterns // oh // and he will gas them // with tantrums and guava // mantras and lava // he will love the little ones until each and every one of them is now suspended // good and dead