"Media Collateral Ligaments"
Media Collateral LigamentsAs the hunger grows...
I need something to chew...
Ah! A tender young soul...
It might as well be you.
I've got candy...
plenty for the masses...
though not the Willy Wonka...
but the titties and the asses.
Shake, Shake, Shake...
derrières and areolas.
Consumer Consumption...
much more dangerous...
in the air than Ebola.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling...
let the dinner bell ring.
Whet your appetite...
with an array of g-strings.
Internet...
movies...
T.V....
magazines...
A pay-per-view meat market...
are these ham hocks lean?
I don't really know but...
her *gams are pristine...
her face is Maybelline...
and I like to...
make you make believe...
That she isn't just another device...
or a trick from my sleeve...
that sends your senses to the moon
when your sensibilities leave.
Now you're fully recruited...
rage with the machine.
You'll have mighty pickens from these vixens...
as the newest sage of the fiends.
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So march on as one body...
my army of indigents...
with my guile and my blarney...
I've swallowed your sentiments...
and as the war rages on...
circumstances are exigent...
collateral damage mounts...
non of the casualties...dissidents...
They blame me...
though your self destruction is imminent.
I may be the brain trust...
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but how can a brain move a body...
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without all of its ligaments?
*gams = slang for female breasts
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