Junk Mail Poems #6-10

#6
This is incredible, craftspeople:
a tissue in a curlicue droop,
lustrous with a brunt tropasphere.

#7
A hot little shit fucking a teacup
offers healing and stress dissolving services.
He can manipulate the price
and provide baseball viruses.

#8
Are you ignoring me, Axiology,
killing your russian bitches.
Dear friend, this is a limited chance.

You hiroshima callahan.
Disguised in your real estate and geology,
your corporeal velours.

#9
Bodhisattva, they're beautiful,
the mature ladies showing pussy.
They eat men's sperm in
uncountable pics of outlandish bonk.

#10
The steamroller obligingly left
a redcoat message:
Take any action that may.
Don't disclose the frothy frontier --
keep it to your feud.
There is still a resiny connection,
a honolulu feel,
all you want in one place.