john kennedy

john kennedy twisting down like crazy man
flappy flippy hands all wippet-hippy
freaky-fry swooper shippy
and then.
john kennedy and me were surfin
be boppa vip vap heavy hat my head
sweet swillin shop-o-centers you wildy, man!
john kennedy turned to me and spoke this poem
pretty sun out skyline roof vision virtual
good silent pulse and a heart of gold bees
john kennedy coming up now, man, six leagues to jump
hammer hum arc bark sweepin out the dark days
pickitup pickitup wave it out wide fide
well said.
john kennedy jumping off the roof, now, i’m going too
miley up fizzle smile order up tweet
ifn niffin gimme spots wall-o-my light

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