bounty bicycle belched
in crimson crest
wielding moaning wheels
of saucy spree:
taunted tracks moan
tainted tyre’s moor
fiery feelings fondling
per punctured pills
merging mystic mist
hideous hood hankering
with halts shuddering
like triturated tits
“roll’n rustic rims
felon wind riding.”
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