Propriety

Angus beef Arby's drips fatty juices onto plate.
Policeman how 'bout them apples?

As terrorist organization grows, US war against fundamentalist islam
produces more death.

Guilt of the possible angry place as dear clients sail to freedom
with their kisses on their porkchop lips.

Energize the transporter beam for me and I'll be hopping down to
the M-Class planet with my lasergun antics.

Engrossed in political verbiage, dreams play pinatas with the Goddess'
errors.

Delightful frocks billow about the legs of recently released prisoners
taking hits of nicotine beneath windows opening onto the splintered land.

Safely returning soldiers blow money onto the tarmac as wives and children
playfully enter into companionship with their flight instructor conmen.

I rest my words anticipating a friendly return on witchcraft with no
enjoyment of ardor under the arbor's Southwestern civil rights record.

Display oneiric pain via zombie articulate bonafide striated muscleslashes
for the record of the United Cabalists of Detroit villagers.

Descending to Earth my nature gives little to be pleased about for the
Little League's final outburst filleting a ponzi scheme pang.

Kiss my antiquated lips and know possible outgoing chiefs ratted their people for sixteen and a half bulging eyebrows.

Actors! Performers! Singers! Prophets of Homeless rage! Defeat your opponents with zero kinship peace to all failures.