Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you
the processed bubblegum bullshit
churned out by the overlords of double-speak
They look like two, giant, gummy-pink, chewed bubble gum slugs
Fall into a huge, heaping pile of horse shit
to come out with a sparkling smile
like he is doing an Orbit chewing gum commercial?
A sucker for a woman with bubble gum colored finger nails
Stretching out in the empty bed,
I hear the yodeling efforts of Ms Ninja gaining.
This kangaroo punch, bubblegum brain
it seems that snuggies were involved
How I miss the bygone seasons of drunk yodeling and impromptu cheerleading
Huge Yodeling Pickle
Dancing like a spastic chimp
A big wad of chewing gum and duct tape will secure that sucker
I compiled this poem by typing the words “yodeling,” “bubblegum,” and “snuggies” into google at the same time, and then taking snippets of what the search returned to me. The poem doesn’t have any underlying meaning (as I think that is consistent with the original intent of flarf), but I did try to arrange the phrases in a way that could sound a little bit more like a narrative.