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   "The Milky Way Brothers (25)"
   
   The quixotic foursome, lovingly ensnared in a rectangular lovemake of the pack, though Gloin still mortal by all means, yet Cherish would turn his werewolf mojo on, igniting it with glimmering cool, like a fanged piece of his ass out of spite--hey, he had to know she was the Alpha Female, and the missing chunk in his butt would regenerate rapidly under Full Moon's kiss of neon magic.
   
   As for Dad, he decided to move to Oregon.  Pack up his bloody stools and suffering self; next, took the Hound westwards with his retirement stuffed in his ex-wife's purse, Ben Franklin's insistence for liberty peeking out without propaganda, but the total truth of liberty.  Once anchored down up high by the Great White North, Washington the only geographical obstruction, Dad would grow and eat the edible green, reducing his anal inflammation and sense of supermundane stress; indeed, it would pass, as do all things great and bold, of the Earth.
   
   Davy and Indigo would continue on with their older siblings, being the goofy Omega wolves they were, sharing flesh and bone; plus, stealing kisses and many cuddles under the waning Moon when all was too human, and a nice visit to the Waffle House at midnight for crisp bacon and eggs that oozed a little blood, if they were lucky, blessed by the elegant gore of dead animal parts--they were werewolves after all.      

The Milky Way Brothers (24)

   
   "The Milky Way Brothers (24)"
   
Dad was hurting something like a squashed hard-boiled egg,
As if a notorious war criminal marched before the Hague;
Moreover, taking droopy downers and sleeping with dreamshit in his bed;
Plus, the infusions that cause respiratory infections and psoriasis on a circumcised head;
Indeed, his physical anxiety begged for the medicamental herb,
And Indigo, upon hearing Davy's patriarchal story was disturbed,
So she lovingly stripped to her bra, playfully shaking her mighty melons,
Her having never dated any violent felons;
Next, she insisted they'd score Earth's treatment for Davy's Dad,
All because theocratic-like politicians thieve away the prospect of people being glad--
Us herded into hell by a litigious United States,
And there be Men in Black who assassinate werewolves searching for mates;
Alas, give a dog a bone from the Earth's fertile ground
And you'll release sublimity into the good-natured hound.    
  

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What's the bitter gripe for the garden-variety soccer mom?
With two XANAX a day; plus, a few glasses of wine to make them dumb?
They believe life so fine--with downers everywhere,
Yet it does not cage the contagion of total despair;
Still, put your goofballs in a Popeye Pez Dispenser;
Next, pray to a hypnotic lender.
But for those united in mystic gel with the Earth--
They deserve religious liberty, like allowed herbal edibles for their mirth.
Why do the ill and shapeless get no better
After penning their senator a passionate letter?
Alas, I, Indigo
Do axiomatically know;
Regardless, werewolf tail wags for free and glee,
And the trap is a stick-in-the-mud politician, who on my freedom pushes a pee.  

The Milky Way Brothers (22)

   
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Cherish knowing:  Her sister shined with more passion than she;
Thus, to relieve the spite--she released an aquatic pee
In the desert lake, the water massaging with warmth so divine,
Gloin and Davy knowing:  They had lassoed werewolf girls shaved and fine;
Alas, sickly Dad weighed heavily on Gloin's beating heart,
While Davy was incredibly dense, being amused by a cheese-cutting fart,
But the only thing that sincerely mattered
Was the web of connections--a family never shattered.  

The Milky Way Brothers (21)

   
   "The Milky Way Brothers (21)"
   
Indigo giggled till a mature lady's pee in her Wonder Woman panties--
Cherish and Davy, both wolfy, noticing the toxicity, not smelling like chocolate candies;
Thus, Gloin got the vibe and pulled over near a mystical desert lake,
Indigo striping till a blue-hued bikini--no, they weren't fake.
She dived and danced across the sun-kissed water,
Like an enchanted mermaid mixed with the Holy Spirit's love for a daughter,
And she recanted how she once loved and adored a wily werecoyote,
But her pack leader didn't want a fully spawned werewoyote;
Alas, she wept and swam like a symmetrical wolf loving the wet,
Her supernatural nature insisting not the need of any vet.  

The Milky Way Brothers (20)

   
   "The Milky Way Brothers (20)"
   
Out in the Wild Wild West,
Where Freedom gets spangled by the best,
The foursome having traded in the 1957 Ranchero
Since female body parts inspired the brothers to overthrow
The classic squeeze inside of a V-8 motor;
Thus, getting a hybrid that chugged cause of nature's battery-charged odor--
Kinda; regardless, cleaner air; plus, for the brothers, now with buzzcuts galore--
Gloin and Davy neat and tidy for moonbeam score;
Alas, Gloin a bit melancholy due to the normal nature of man,
Wishing on white he had the werewolf glam;
Still, he was the commander, having metaphorical leash and collar,
Though Cherish's big mouth was larger than a belligerent man's holler,
But the jiggly girls worked well for travel and the All Night of lovemake,
And they drank Canadian beer for breakfast with some coffee cake,
Never defoliating Mother Earth,
Yet blessing the world with a bit of weird mirth,
Not wanting politics to dump human waste and trash on the Moon,
Which would steal away from the werewolf boon.  

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   With a "Celebrate the Pomsky" stamp, Gloin snail-mailed a sloppy letter to his Dad, Cherish's pink-hued lipstick sealing the envelope.  It read:

   So what if we're hanging out with derelict beasts.  The poor.  Dingalings.  The unwanted.  Girls known as ashtrays.  Those afflicted.  There is an arch-angel for the afflicted.  Tobias knew.  I know.  People want it.  Success, Bush League diplomas, gold teeth--they test well socially, of course.  That's all they got.  So, I'm making love to an ashtray.  She kisses me with honey.  Wants to belong.  Loyal and suspicious of traps.  Needs freedom.  Just more phony success in America.  Linear.  Normal.  Impressing with Village People ornamentation in this short life before the ultimate ignition, which is death.  Money.  The dollar is God to us.  He who dies with the most wins.  My girl smokes Camels.  Doesn't inject the eye of the needle.  She's weird.  Herod thought Christ weird.  Orson Welles was weird.  Was supposed to be the voice for Darth Vader.  And I know you're real sick Dad.  The American Government considers many sick people criminals if they take   nature's medicine.  We'll get it Dad.  Make the score.  Shake the bushes--oh God--I feel so guilty for dirty lovemake.  Moist lovemake.  Damn't Dad--she's got ripe mammary glands!!!  
       They bounce something awesome too.   Pope Francis anchored down on American turf yesterday.  Like Saint Francis, maybe his presence will tame some wolves. 
   
  Gloin