Tennis with dead prezidents

Do you ever play tennis with men who slay prezidents,open a new mall cuz this one has become dingy.I bought my umbrella here, cuz I stole the moneygot it cheap from a goat with angel wings.It came free with a set green orbs and racketsAlone in my head I play but the courts came too twisted.I invite you to play some time it could be fun,we could dance and play, put our umbrella’s downFuking lying goat I see your eyes spun red,yet I made the deal, only hopes to be deadyet then what? climb the same tree? yet again loose my eye, and steal more money?Take the money and run take it please!!I can no longer bear with this infectious disease!rid me please, you can’t nor can I,the sign said no refunds, it’s with me till judgment dayfuk you goat with the spun red eyes, sold me this umbrella, now I’m dead though I’m alivecannibal sick bastered you’ve eaten my third eye

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.