The uniformity boy's associate touched
Me, and touches a boy's fictitious theory.

That is a me I do not buy. Ferocious scythe
Beatitudes are so...homo stoic. Thy icy fun

Fascinates bitches. I detour my hoot. You
Are smoothness. Be taut. If touchy idiocy

Custodians are symbiotic of the e-youth
And that, if you chose it, it becomes yours

Then abaft ye idiotic mossy courthouse.
O cautious benefitted history, my chaos

Across the identities buoy my cut hoof. A
Bad yeomen accuses history to fit thou. I

Abort a choice not mystified; use youth's
Aces to humidify sobriety, a touchstone

That becomes. Ahoy centrist, if duo is you,
Aesthetics is a deformity. O uncouth boy

That, if you chose it, it becomes yours and
Thunderous yes is beatific. O catty homo,

I do so beautify chemistry, a touchstone
So hysteric in a mouth, deity of a cute sob.

Gamp, n 2. An umbrella, esp. one tied up in a loose, untidy fashion. I love d'bitches. A bitch is a fierce mother. We all need a someone who'll defend us no matter what, or against who.