De-icer
Idolise the salt. Idolise
the salt. Idolise the salt. Cold water pipe hot under the sun. Burn your hands.
Pretend you're rich and live like Lord Lucan. Eat the salt. Lick it all up like
a gun dog lapping blood. Salt lick, salt lick. Bit by bit you become a pillar
of salt. Not for blasphemy. No. For being the salt idoliser. All the crap boy
bands and freaky singers. You did me a favour and turned them to salt. And
shipped it off to Walmart. Selling 25 kilo bags cheap. Boy band salt to de-ice
your drive. Idolise the salt as you wheel spin thru it. Slush puppy hot water
pipe frozen solid. Sun drenched cold water pipe now a heat sink. Mix the water
with idolised boy band salt. Run them down the drain fast. For they're all
fucking shit. All fucking salt now. Salty penis up salty pussy. Even the bent
ones. Onwards goes the salt conversion. Roll up roll up, bring your shit boy
bands. Then we'll go to Sodom and Gomorrah to party our salt business profits
away. If we're lucky we can endure the nuclear attacks. And kiss nuclear ash
like idolised salty boy bands. Now de-icing your drive way. Best use for them.
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