I wrote a little ditty

This little kitty is tired of licking herself clean.  I just alerted a coffee bean.  He is officer McGruff of Stanford University.  Witchy witchy witchy is he.  I think I stopped that infection with an intel erection.  Sometimes it is time to purge.  The wounds are still great because I am surrounded by hate every day.  I work like a Turk to get to this jerk.  He is just my everything.  We will be the bling bling when he is King.  He has worked under more judges than any attorney.  He is officially a line deputy.  He has his eyes on Harvard Law.  He is the best baby blues I ever saw.  He stands erect in the corner he is correct.  He is evidence to me of an alternate reality.  You all may have imagery, but he and me make we.  We create a material reality of fantasy.  The woods are in the tunnel of Marion County Justice Center.  The lieutenant is getting ansy.  Well go down and see for yourself.  He is near me and the cavalier Carmel Cop who is in every black op, is just down the street having a MCD treat.  Us three will go to Muncie when we are damn good and ready.  My body needs a rehab.  I have had so many people laugh at me, I can barely see.  Guys we will skip the body electric and I will drown in your eternity.  We are prosperity.  Muncie will be a good place for me, once we have informed Germany of project rehab for buchanwald and auchwitz.  Hey Ginsberg, why don't you call Spike from Buffy.  He might show you a whole new type of cruelty.  People who make me happy for eternity.