They all got bigots in their pockets,
Quacking like there’s a quake,
That’s why we need a milkshake.
Break bones, why bother loners?
Legos literally don’t let go,
They really stick like a duck.
There’s a tomboy, skating around.
It’s the boxes, it’s the boxes.
Hexes all over, hexes on noses.
Red shattered thread that has migrations,
Illusions are fusions into reality,
Opening a veal cutter to strike,
Yellow boat, about to be afloat.
Lag like a skag-king, you got pucks.
Glad like a laddie skipping over rocks.