X's movie's a hit.
When he's not on the green, he's seen with
ex sport stars & gangsters, OK Freddy, barer of a fabled phallus.
Fabulous evenings at the house
behind the H'wood Ranch Market.
A star now, he won't step on a floor painted with a pentacle.
When she sang at Dem. fund
raisers, her flanks heaved & her breasts
were Catherine wheels. Cld Cossacks reach Beverly Hills?
His fondness for his pal, the
rebel star, infallible. In his tell-
all account, mentions of Chablis, motorcycle & erection problems.
On the rim of the half-built
swimming pool on the hillside talk of
Sister Aimee, hand in my pants, & the Sister Is scams to celebrate.
The prosecutor, D.A’s office,
LA, often ill-prepared but her
boots, ostrich, were Charlie Dunn's, $3,000 sed the press coverage.
Vehemently she aborts herself,
screams, the threading coat hanger.
Later she sez, I'm passing liquids! Ciao! Sweetie.
Her backyard's a variant of the
Florida Keys, with lots of bug
spray. The center fold's Papal obeisance to Heff, the Flesh Saver.
Quartered & still cumbersome,
her body's a cotton-pickin' shame,
cough up her name, the family demanded. Black Dahlia. Elizabeth.
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