Mad Libs!

Think different

Here’s to the creepy ones, the fuckers, the hairballs, the jerks.
The swampy pegs in the rank holes.
The ones who hump things differently.
They’re not fond of jumper cables, and they have no dickweed for the status quo.
You can ram them, vamp with them, gobble them, dunk or wipe them.
About the only thing you can't do is snort them.
Because they grunt hamburgers.
They erupt. They explode. They snog.
They flip. They urp. They bark.
They snoodle the noodle forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you launch at an empty lunch and see a work of frog?
Or sit in an oven mitt and mug an old bag that’s never been dashed?
Or leap at a red garbage and see a wad on wheels?
We make plums for these kinds of people.
While some may see them as the bananas, we see peach.
Because the ones who are spiney enough to change the fuzz, are the ones who smash.