HOLY MOTHER!!

[AUGUST HIGHLAND]

HOLY MOTHER!!

The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a redheaded dunce who
attracted crowds with her act in disused windmills.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was an ineffectual truck driver
who talked so much she was kept under the sink.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a decimated stripper who
used to drink Brasso in caves.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a sloppy Soap Opera addict
who talked incessantly about cheese in a closely guarded military
establishment.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a homely Game-Show addict
who programmed silly utilities in a Cold War Nuclear Bunker.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a nerdy demon who used to
drop her trousers in the swamps.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a poor exotic dancer who
used to watch John Wayne films in a home for the permanently baffled.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a plebeian secretary who
sold fake Viagra pills behind the fridge.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a barmy ice-cream seller
who assembled plastic scale model kits of industrial appliances in a New
Orleans bar for transvestites.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a fat pygmy who ran an
unsuccessful cab company in hot-air balloons.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a thick moose who used to
pick her nose in a home for the terminally short of cash.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a lewd art teacher who came
to terms with her sexuality with a herd of Wildebeests.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a foreign gitface who
wasted no occasion to get drunk on the roof of her house.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a quarrelsome cow who peed
standing up at the bottom of a beer glass.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a greasy-haired airhead who
used to meditate near a Nuclear powerplant.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a grotesque Traffic Warden
who joined a religious cult in petrol stations.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a daft weasel who was so
incompetent she had to be kept in an old sewage works.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was an unenthusiastic sumo
wrestler who used to do unmentionable things to chickens in a political
party.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was an inbred bugbear who
spread muck in the sushi-bars of Osaka.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a fly-eating trooper who
worked on a film set under the influence of alcohol.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was an alien con artist who
guzzled Budweiser somewhere in Uganda.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a rabbit-faced spammer who
couldn't find her bra in an igloo.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a homeless artist who
defrauded the Inland Revenue at the local cinema.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a droopy fool who cloned
sheep with a group of train spotters.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a dustbin-inhabiting
chicken farmer who liked to do it with strangers on a flagpole.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a transvestite moron who
set off explosives in closets.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a conservative punk who
worshipped teapots on board Jumbo Jets.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a comatose barbarian who
had her warts removed in London Zoo.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was a bungling lunch room
attendant who found God at the local flea market.
The mother of anyone whose work I don't like was an immature cleaner who
emulated George Michael near a rubber factory.

AUGUST HIGHLAND
1:30 AM
01-13-03


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